These birds sing in the middle of the night. I was awakened today at around 3 AM in the morning. I thought the sun was coming up because this Mocking Bird was sitting beside the RV in a tree and just singing away. I don’t need any help in getting up early. I do it naturally but this was just a tad to early for me.
I saw this old boy and immediately thought of old Rodney, The king of the Permafrost Ranch we left in Alaska. Rodney and the girls. I miss hearing his crowing and I’m sure those of you who remembered the streaming Squirrel Cam remember old Rodney.
My insomnia kicked in at 2 AM this morning. I’m sitting here and the coyotes begin to howl. At first I was not sure what it was I was hearing but then the dogs of the RV park went off barking and the howling persisted for a small while after that. I’ve not heard that sound in years. In Alaska you would hear wolves occasionally but nothing like the sound of coyotes make.
