Well, I can't sleep, so I might as well blog about why. I got out of bed three nights ago thinking that Mamie's sound machine had malfunctioned and switched to the bird songs. Nope. It was the real thing. We have a mockingbird in our tree that has decided to sing all night long and does NOT stop. I truly don't understand how it can be so loud inside the house. I was in the front yard last night at 2:00 am yelling and throwing things like a crazy old woman. Tonight, at midnight, I just got done literally throwing some of the girls' building blocks out of our window into a tree while screaming at the bird. (I guess I'll be looking for those in the yard tomorrow.) It is making me CRAZY. I can usually sleep through anything, but something about that bird is driving me completely insane. Then, I got on Google. What did we do before the internet? Will our children ever understand that we had to go sit in a library and look through reference books to write a paper? Anyway, I'm getting off track...I found the answer to my question about the bird. Now I feel too guilty to throw anything or yell at him anymore. Apparently, he's just a lonely little bird trying to find love and all of our noise gets in his way during the day. Here's what I found on one site that was basically echoed on every site I found:
"As irritating as it is to miss out on sleep due to a Mockingbird singing at night, Consider for a moment our own actions. We run our factories 24 hours a day, Planes fly in the skies, we run chainsaws, lawnmowers, and a whole host of noise making toys both day and night.
We do these things, some out of need, and others, just because they bring us joy. Thankfully the birds don't have an inclination to pull out a shotgun and blast us into oblivion in order to get a nights sleep.
Finding an acceptable noise to drown out the singing is about the only thing we can do until a mate is found.
Remember, he is trying to attract a mate, his song is a courting song. If we stop to consider... we may remember what kind of nuisance we once were, when we went a-courting."
I guess I'll quit throwing blocks and turn the sound machine up a little louder...
Please cross your fingers that Mr. Mockingbird finds a mate...tonight.