Sunrise. The first rays of the sun sneak through the trees, then slither through the bedroom window. Why does our bedroom face east? I love sunlight, but not quite so early.
Ah the peace, the tranquility of living in the country. No cars, no sirens. Just the whisper of wind … and … what’s that? Birds? Sweet singers … what? Is that a crow? A blue jay? What is that screeching out there? Squirrels? What is it, squirrel versus bird Armageddon? What’s going on out there.
Walk, walk, walk. Open window. Peer out. Holy Moly! It really is the squirrels against the birds and they seem to be battling over possession of … our deck? What, with a zillion acres of woods, you guys are fighting over our deck? It’s OUR deck. You can’t have it. Neither of you.
“Hey,” I shout, “Shut up. Go home. Fight somewhere else.”
Squawk, screech, ark, screeeech!!
And from the rear, I hear the sound I dread, a dog singing. It’s our little dachshund, shrieking in an ear-splitting soprano. Hark! Is that a deeper call?
Yes, Bishop, the big heap of fur Aussie is chiming in. Now, another voice is heard. One of the terriers (Bonnie? Nan?) has added her sweet voice to the chorus. It’s downright majestic.
It’s 6 in the morning. I didn’t fall asleep until after three. Why do you guys hate me? I’m the one who gives you cookies. Don’t I get a little credit for that?
“Hey, shush. Settle down.”
But instead, the melodious howls change to yaps, barks, woofs. They want me to get up and give them cookies. Now please. They are starving, so hungry they can barely stay upright on their weak little paws.
My husband is sleeping soundly. He is deaf and his hearing aids are not in while he sleeps, so he hears nothing. Good night, sweet prince.
I love the quiet, the soft silence of the countryside. Don’t you?
- Who’s the Real Pest around Here Anyway? (kiwsparks.wordpress.com)
- Birding By Ear For Beginners (naturalhistorywanderings.com)