a not so quiet day
August 1, 2006Some days all you can hear are the juvenile birds begging their parents for a handout. The black-headed birds, the brownus birduses and the young raven can get pretty raucous at times, following the adults around. But it’s a nice kind of noise. When I spot them, the babies still vibrate their wings when they beg like they probably did in the nest.
Not today. The fence guys are back with their nailguns and dumptrucks full of vast quantities of loud boards. Down the way the treecutters are into their second day of chainsawing and composting the results.
This sets off the neighborhood dogs, one of which is suspected to be a robot dog, but we’re not sure yet. One of the little yippy yappies is beside itself, periodically screeching in a deranged way.
