What is that chirping?
IN the middle of the night, at the Mansion at East Vista (joke, big joke), there is a bird that chirps its feathered butt off all night. It's a strange comfort to wake up at 2AM, which I have been doing a lot of lately, and hearing this bird goin' off. I give it mad props for singing when no one else is watching. Except me of course. I have been scouring the web looking for such a bird, to no such luck. Any of you who have an idea of what kind of bird this is, you have got to let me know.
Not that it's keeping me up or anything, the little brute. It's that special time of the bird year, yes, they're all ready to get their bird groove on, and I suppose it's calling out for someone, anyone to share bird nookie with. Apparently last night it wasn't chirping all that much, so I assume either it's workin' the springs in its nest bed or it's just plain dead. Voodoo Child would prefer that it be the former.
As the night went on, more chirpage, which either leads me to believe that it wasn't getting any earlier, or it wanted to get more. I would like to think anyone who is near the Mansion is getting an ample supply (except for yours truly) of the good lovin', but who knows. Why am I analyzing bird calls? Why the hell not. Any of you think of it before? I highly doubt it. I don't think there are many ornithologists out there that read the Voodoo Child, but as long as we're at it, folks, might as well make it the Discovery Channel with attitude.
Next time you hear a bird singin', remember, it's goin' for the booty. Maybe I should start singin' too.
Voodoo
Wednesday, April 18, 2001
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