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This morning I was treated to a special 5AM performance of Every Sound I've Ever Heard by A. Stupid Mockingbird, from its jaunty perch atop our neighbors' roof. It belted out one sound after another, with a few seconds in between each one (presumably it was holding for applause). Not only did it imitate the neighborhood birds, as you'd expect, but also seagulls, a car alarm, crickets, and three distinct telephone rings.
It was impressive, I'll admit that much. I should really be honored to have the Michael Winslow of the avian world living in my neighborhood. But mostly I found myself wishing I owned a BB gun.
It was impressive, I'll admit that much. I should really be honored to have the Michael Winslow of the avian world living in my neighborhood. But mostly I found myself wishing I owned a BB gun.
