I've been awakened night after night by this noise. Go ahead and click it. And listen. Because that is the sound of me losing my freaking little mind. I love flora and fauna as much as the next person, if not more. I love living in a streetcar suburb on more than an acre of land, so that we have rather extensive wildlife. Heck, we even have a fox den on our cliff. We have bunnies and raccoons, chipmunks and squirrels, skunks and maybe even coyotes.
We also have birds. Way to many freaking birds. They make so much noise, our little New England birds. Every morning at exactly 4:30 am, there is a cacaphony of birdies singing their little hearts out. Don't know about you, but 4:30 is NOT when I want to be accompanied by birds.
That guy, that mockingbird. He sings at night. I scream at him to shut up because he apparently likes the tree right outside my bedroom window. He studiously ignores my pleas. He is not a nice bird.
However, he is nicer than the two piliated woodpeckers we have around back. Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap... ad nauseum.
So what about your neighborhood? Are you overrun with wildlife this summer?