Years ago, I used to work the night shift. It was a laborious job, so naturally I was bushed when I'd arrive at home, and more often than not, I'd pass out on my bed before even changing out of my work clothes.
During my short stint in the East College Park area of this fine city, I blacked out all the windows in the bedroom of my basement suite, to help provide a peaceful and restful slumber without the interruption of light, even though there was a densely leafed tree just outside my room. Unfortunately, for all the light that it blocked, sound still found a way to filter in.
The sounds of traffic passing by on the semi-busy never affected me much. Even the thunderous sound of a city transit bus rolling past, never shook me enough to awaken from a deep sleep, but there was one sound that did. Those screeching f*cking birds.
I've never been a fan of birds, except for that parrot in the Robin Williams movie, "Survivors". And I suppose you could include the penguins from the Madagascar movies, but all others creep me out. It's the idea that they don't have hands, that skeeves me out.
So the fact that these menacing creatures decided to have a gab-fest outside my window this particular week, was more unfortunate for them than it was for me. The first day, I managed to suffer through the distraction, but was terribly tired that night at work. The next day, the screeching continued, and despite my going outside to tend to the situation, I still failed to get a restful sleep, opting instead to sleep in the chair in my living room. The third day, I took matters into my own hands. I never threw a handful of rocks 'n' stones, opting instead to take the high pressure nozzle I'd purchased for washing my car, and pointing it up into the tree in question.
EVICTED!!! After that, I slept like a kitten. Problem solved!
