In bed at 1:00am. Up at 5:30am, when I could have slept until 7:00am.

I hate those f*cking birds outside the window.

fret

bird killer

Not yet.

But they seem to be enjoying Spring a bit much this year.

fret

nice ear plugs or bird feeder on opposite side of house.

or a cat...

They've already set up the nest in the patio cover. Other side of house is not an option. I'd be ok with a cat taking care of things in a natural way, the kid would not forgive me.

So. Ear plugs, yes.

They still are chatty bastards, though.

fret

push the nest down or light it with fluid

I've got two cats you can borrow....lol

Up with the sun, gone with the wind, she always said I was lazy...

My own personal experience is that I get used to them. Mrs. Pacman's birds (2 African Gray Timneh parrots, a Senegal parrot and a Peachfront conure) are at their loudest in the morning. Screeching, whistling, barking (one), talking (one), etc. And that doesn't even count the stuff they knock over, bang on the counters, etc.

Then again, I got used to sleeping in the armpit of Washington State, downtown Tacoma. Perhaps once you have learned to sleep through the sounds of a radiator heating up while someone outside your apartment is being killed, this becomes easier. Unfortunately, I also unintentionally learn to sleep through alarms, so it takes me around 4-6 alarms to wake up.

YAMMV

#7 Aside from possibly harming the birds, you could actually get into a lot of trouble for that sort of behavior, depending on the laws of the area and the species of bird. Shoot, seagulls around the Puget Sound are so damned common they are called (by some) "flying rats" around here, although I personally love the noise they make (I don't live right on the water, and their screeches always remind me of what I love about this area). Even still, it is my understanding that seagulls, while numbering in the zillions around here, are a protected species of bird.

If you are having trouble with birds, a much better route is to try calling local zoos, ASPCA chapters, animal control, etc., until you find someone who knows what they are doing and can possibly relocate the birds safely. Then try to screen over the place where they are nesting, if it's part of the house (or trim the tree, etc.). Not only do you then have a chance at solving the issue without harming them, but you hopefully have it handled by a person capable (and if necessary, licensed) to do so.

BB Gun. You can borrow mine.

Drink yourself to sleep and all will be well...

you're welcome

wheel,

Howz about those birdy gift cards delivered to your car!

Actually, if they are protected, BB gun is a no-no as well. Worse yet, depending on the BB gun and bird, you could end up lodging a BB in the animal, wounding it, causing an infection, and causing it a slow and painful death. Seriously. May seem bleeding heart to some here, but I don't think even the most despicable or destructive animal deserves that.

[Paraphrase]

Pac - taking all the time to detail: "Hey, set up some netting, call some people, get the birds removed humanely and carefully, etc....."

MACS - Here's the BB gun. Problem solved.

[/Paraphrase]

That's quite funny.

I do like Wheel's idea, but there is the tendency to wake up with a headache. Problem's not at night, but in the AM.

fret

Also, RE:

"Then again, I got used to sleeping in the armpit of Washington State, downtown Tacoma. Perhaps once you have learned to sleep through the sounds of a radiator heating up while someone outside your apartment is being killed..."

Jesus. That's a tough neighborhood, bubba.

fret

#16 Yup. And just seven blocks up from the local cop shop and jail. I lived there about a month before I heard someone getting mugged right outside. About 3 months before I moved out, someone got clipped in a drug deal that went sideways. Former was right out in front, latter right behind building where I lived.

Changed my views on gun control. Specifically, while I was still debating the .357 Ruger Security Six in a store by school, and I looked out about two nights later, and saw some guy on the yellow divider line, middle of a busy street, neighbors watching, while two guys (one on either side of the guy) kicking the living piss out of some other guy. I called 911...nobody had even called it in yet, despite all the spectators.

That was the very moment I realized a sidearm buys you plenty of time to call for help when no one else can (or will). Haven't packed since I lived in that area, but I keep my conceal permit active just in case I need to.

BTW, nearly all birds make the most noise they will make all day first thing in the morning. Wait until one of your neighbors gets a rooster. Oh, THAT is a lot of fun.

Woke up each morning in Torteguerro, Costa Rica, in the rain forest jungle, with some big-ass birds dropping some big-ass seed pods onto the roof of our cabana...which roof consisted of corrugated aluminum over some stick frame setup, and that's it. It's a good thing I was too young to fight in Vietnam...I'd have likely thought it was incoming mortar rounds.

It is a humbling experience to have to look up some of the words in Spanish to leave an apology note to housekeeping for crapping the bed.