About this time last year I recorded a blog about the crows in our trees I believe. It culminated in my standing on a ladder, with the pool cleaning pole attached to 2 golf clubs, poking at the big nest at the top of the tree till I destroyed it. Not that it did too much good to be fair, the b&stard crows still pecked the sh&t out of the wooden part of our balcony doors which, since then, we have had to cover up with a buggy board. Very classy.
Anyway, winter of course passed, and with the later mornings and early evenings and relative"cold" (whatever!) the whole bird thing dropped to the back of my focus. Now, Alissa has said all along that I'll get used to the morning bird cacophany - and at that stage I guess I thought maybe I was getting used to it. Then summer began its merry descent (ascent?) choking back our morning starts to a criminally bright 4.00am. The earlier the sun came up, the earlier the dawn chorus of bird clatter started. Thus, the earlier I would wake, and then - even worse - the earlier Aibhe's average waking time became. Me waking was not too much of an issue, I jam in the ear-plugs and away we go. Poor little Aibhe however - once properly woken at 4am or thereabouts, that would be it. Up we all get.
All along, Alissa would say, Aibhe has got to get used to it - as its what she'll have to grow up with. Which I completely understand, though that does you no good whatsoever when you KNOW she's being woken by the ridiculous din outside her window every stupid o'clock. It all came to an unacceptable head when the tree RIGHT OUTSIDE both Aibhe and our bedroom windows flowered beautifully - creating a very colourful skyline from these bedrooms. However, with the wonderful flowering, came a flock about 20 lorikeets eating up the tree contents - they're a little like mini-Parrots with fantastic plumage - all very pretty etc. But they're noisy f&ckers. For 2 weeks I'd wake with a start as they'd suddenly decide to start a fight and cack as loudly as possible - waking Aibhe to boot. I tried stoning them out of there, but it became too hard and too risky in so far as I was seriously in danger of smashing through the neighbours window. I wanted the tree gone, but Alissa wasn't convinced till she had 2 afternoons running where the b&stard lorikeets smashed Aibhe out of her afternoon nap mid-way through - creating a cranky baby for the remainder of each day. Enough was enough. Our tree man who had done a job for us earlier in the year, cutting our tree's back and thus restricting the possum vaults onto our roof to a more acceptable number, happened to be next door one day so........
I arrived home to find a stump where the old lorikeets home used to be.
Now while this has not eradicted the bird noise issue by any means, it has helped significantly I reckon. Though I believe I will always, always be in need of the ear plugs to get me through those troublesome early hours.
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