Moderately Confused by Jeff Stahler for May 29, 2021

That’s why I don’t use Twitter.

Gets the irate wormy guy…

5:30 every morning, fortunately I am an early riser. I thought with our tree dying it would no longer attract the birds. I was wrong… they seem to like the insects inside the hollows of the tree.

From the look on the guy’s face, bird’s gonna have a short career.

Always at daybreak. 10:00 AM would be nicer.

They do start early, BEFORE sunrise which at this time of year is quite early.

I’ve gotten to the point where I can identify the bird songs of about a dozen different kinds of birds.

Finches, like cicadas, are about the size of a fat thumb, but they can make a noise well out of proportion to their size.

. . . soon to be the late bird.

3:30 am. It’s better than an alarm clock.

“Allow me to sing you the song of my people.”

Of golden bill …

Our robins start in around 3:30am, long before sunrise. I actually love hearing them.

Mourning doves are ok.

I’d much rather have the birds wake me than the neighbor’s yappy dog.

Unfortunately, my neighborhood doesn’t have singing birds. The gunfire keeps scaring them away.

I woke early one morning, The earth lay cool and still. When suddenly a tiny bird, Perch on my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, So carefree and so gay. That slowly all my troubles, Began to slip away. He sang of far off places, Of laughter and of fun. It seemed his very trilling, Brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers, Crept slowly out of bed. And gently lowered the window, And and crushed it’s little skull. The end signed Little Johnny