I got a woodpecker who likes to go to town on the tree next to my window. Apparently, 5-6 AM is when the pecking is best. I don't know whether it's mating season but blue jays and orioles make the ghastliest of sounds. It's like somebody is being tortured. It's a curious coincidence that I'm a Yankees fan. Twice in the last two weeks I've had to avoid deer on the roads. Cats keep bringing dead crows to my patio to feast on later. Once done eating, they serenade me with Don Giovanni in meow minor like drunkards singing folk songs at closing time. Worst of all, groundhogs have taken residence under a few trees. Take a peek outside and it's like meerkat manor in the yard.
But, hey, the air is pretty clean and I never have to pay for parking.
But, hey, the air is pretty clean and I never have to pay for parking.