I am sitting here on the couch at 6am. Quiet, coffee and News Channel 4 my only cares in the world. You all know how I treasure MY hour. The sweet silence is shattered by the machine gun fire sound of our resident woodpecker who has fallen in love with our chimney. He is clearly not a bright bird. He pecks on the metal box that comes out of the chimney top. It's a startling noise that took me a year to identify. I first blamed my neighbor who has a vast array of tools. I assumed he had a rivet gun and something that needed to be riveted.
I finally moseyed over to his yard upon hearing the noise one day and realized he was not home. Clearly not the culprit. I made my way back to the yard and saw him. A black bird with a red head. Sitting on top of the chimney, not a care in the world. He raised his beak and began to peck. *pppptttthhhhhhhhhhh* *pppttthhhhhhhhhh* *pppppttthhhhhhhh* I stood there with my mouth a gape realizing this cute little bird was my unwanted alarm clock.
It has been 6 years and every spring he shows up. We assume assume in search of a birdie bride. The dude is lucky I grew up on a farm. I understand that we moved into their space. I wish him no harm. I just wish he wasn't such an early riser.
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