"Shuuuuuuuuuut uuuuuuuuuuuuup," I groan into my pillow.
Tweet. Warble. Cheep cheep cheep.
It's 4:23 am, and the miracle of nature has woken me up.
I'm not one of those people who can roll over and go back to sleep. My rest is officially shot. I now understand Sylvester's frustration.
At 6, I blunder downstairs, muttering curses and epithets. It's Shabbos morning, which adds insult to injury. I plan to get a gun.
My niece is scandalized by my violent impulses.
"Lea!" she chides, "He's singing Shirah!"
What can one say after that?
hahahah! that's so cute!
ReplyDeleteResponse: he has an obligation to sing shirah, true, but not in MY neighbourhood.
ReplyDeleteI once spent a Shabbos in a small country town in southern Israel and t 3:49 am precisely the local rooster decided it was time to announce his presence. It was then I realized why chicken had become such a human staple - revenge.
Ha!
ReplyDeleteAlthough, roosters are often not on the chopping block because they provide many services; reference "Babe." The duck Ferdinand wants to avoid becoming dinner so he tries to make himself indispensable like the rooster—who's an alarm clock and services the hens. So he tries to cock-a-doodle-do but he doesn't have the voice for it. (He tried it with the hens and it didn't work).
But there is nothing like chicken. Sweet revenge.
That is really cute.
ReplyDeleteI do feel ya, though. I've had nights where I went to sleep in time to be kept up by the birds.
Even worse than birds, cats. When I was in Israel those things used to drive me insane! The noise those things make... beyond horrible.
ReplyDeleteCats are the worst. They sound as though someone is putting them into a meat grinder.
ReplyDeleteSee! You should have done shiluach hakan... :-)
ReplyDeleteHm, never happened to me, but I guess I can't say I wouldn't be bothered until it happens. I'm always stunned into silence by the beauty of their song when it's during the day.
ReplyDelete@MGI: Good one haha