cannon in D...

I don't know what I did to deserve such punishment, but lately nature has been out to get me. It started out innocently enough. Every once in awhile a bird outside my window would chirp me awake in the mornings. Granted I love all things spring, so I took this as a sign of warmer weather ahead. I even the little guy at first. "Chirp chirp, " he'd sing, as I rolled over and tried to catch a few more Zzz's. Eventually my friendly bird decided to invite his buddy over for a morning warm-up session. But this one did not chirp. It squawked. And squawked. LOUDLY. Squawk. Pause. Squawk. Pause. Single syllable, perfectly timed intervals. I could almost see him peeking into my window, waiting for me to throw my hands up in frustration. I didn't even pretend to sleep when the squawker came to town. Just laid in agony waiting for the alarm. This continued for quite some time, and I thought I'd had all I could take.

Until last week. I finally had the rare chance to sleep in. No work, no school, no projects, papers or exams. Finally. Then... bark. Yip. Bark bark. Yip. Yip yip yip. A little yappy dog joined nature's choir outside my window. What a sweet serenade. For an hour. And a half. *#@^$!

It's now a running joke, as earlier this week, not kidding, a different bird graced my presence. If birds were ever rated on singing ability, I'm pretty sure this one would be out of a job. He sang a song - a real tune - which was nice for a change. But he was off key and in terrible need of a tune-up. As well as some additional verses, maybe a bridge. I just shook my head and clawed my way out of bed. Might as well not fight it.

The kicker was yesterday morning. I know, it just keeps getting worse. Clink. Clink. Thud. Clink. Thud. I wish I could set up the array of sound effects for the viewing audience. It would be impressive. Apparently the neighbor felt it necessary to start fencing his yard at 8AM. Clink. Clink. Clink. Thud.

Mother nature - all right already - you win!