Thursday, June 25, 2015
Mockingbirds like to sing at night because all the other little birdies are quietly tucked in dreaming about tomorrows worms, and therefore they have the whole stage to themselves. With no other noises competing for air space, they sing long and loud to attract a mate. Long. And. Loud. Usually right outside our bedroom window.
Wednesday at 3:30 am, after listening to a series of twitters, whistles, trills, squawks, peeps, and a sound that eerily sounded like my daughter calling the dog "Come here!" (Only like a bird on crack "C'mere!C'mere!Cmere!", I decided I'd had enough. Yes I know, I could have just shut the window, but the breeze was so nice.....
Anyway after slamming the screen door a few time to no avail, I started to look around for something to throw. There was nothing heavy enough in my closet I was willing to risk breaking. So I went downstairs and pulled a russet potato out of the pantry.
Now before anyone gets cross with me for throwing something at a bird let me tell you no mockingbirds were harmed during Wednesdays' potato toss. There are 2 reasons why this would never happen,
I am barely 5'2. The chances of me heaving a potato up into a 20 foot Camphor tree in complete darkness, and actually hitting a bird were very slim.
I really like birds and I was just trying to get it to fly off and find another tree. Preferably next door.
I also own a Sibley's field guide, binoculars recommended for use when birding, and have 2 bird identifying apps. on my phone. There. Not a bird hater.
So. The potato soared into the tree and landed on the other side with a soft thud, and the bird took off. Finally. Peace at last.
Back in the house I faced my sleepy husband.
Him: (calmly)"What are you doing?" (Translation, "What are you doing now, Crazy?")
Me: (through giggles and snorts, realizing how ridiculous a 56 year old woman, in rumpled pajamas and wild bed hair must look, throwing potatoes in trees.) "I threw a potato at the mockingbird."
No need to over explain. I went back to bed.
Afterwards, when I was almost asleep, I could barely hear the Mockingbird at the back of the property, running through his litany and taunting me with "C'mere!,C'mere! C'mere!"
Yeah I'll come over there alright. I have a whole bag of potatoes.
The green quilt is almost done, but I'm heading to Napa with the husband for a couple of days. I will not be bringing any potatoes.