Bad Birdie

Bonita Springs Wildlife and Bee Bee Guns

There  is something to be said for living on a preserve.  I live on a preserve.  Its a few acres of trees, brush, flowers, weeds, bobcats, squirrels, possums, raccoons and armadillos.  I've seen just about everything.  I've heard just about everything, too.

See this little bird? It's the terminator of birds.  It never sleeps.  Ever.  All night with the freeking song trying to pick up a chic.  It was a little late this year, sometimes it starts in February.  This year it waited until March to start driving everyone in my home insane.  I can't wait until he finds his girlfriend and flutters off into the wild blue yonder.

I've had enough.  There's bags under my eyes, I've not slept for more than 2-3 hours at a crack because the bird, who I call Don Juan, is up trying to impress the ladies all bloody night.

Nature preserves, it's a good thing.