Mornings are for the birds…

I finally found the little jerk that has been singing since the crack of dawn every day this week.

I mean, he has a lovely voice…but it’s all day every day.

If you’re not familiar with the American Robin, he’s been singing an almost exact replica of Song #1 like a broken record on the Audobon Field Guide (bottom of the article on the right are where sound clips are).  I love, love, love that site!

I sure do hope he finds himself a lady friend soon so he’ll stfu.  >_>;;


He’s perched just a few feet above our owl box where the Great Crested Flycatchers still are.  I only get a rare glimpse of them as they’re coming and going, which is a real shame because they’re gorgeous…but I can hear them voicing their outrage at somebody else being so close…and babies are starting to join!  Based on that, I would expect to have little ones start flying in about another week or two, tops.  I wish the box wasn’t so far off the ground (guess I have to be glad it is or they wouldn’t have nested there) so I could actually see them but for now, I can just be glad they’re there and hope they hang around for a while when they start flying. 🙂


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