I almost hate to say this aloud, but we have had lovely spring weather this past week.
Probably just as this column is going into print, the familiar coastal eddy will come visiting our fair valley again.
Yep, I’ve been liking Mother Nature’s nod to spring. However I do have one huge complaint — there is an insomniac mockingbird who is making his roosting place in the big tree in my front yard.
He sings into the wee hours of the morning and then, as soon as the sun comes, up he falls silent. He presents his entire repertoire, trilling from one passage to another. When he comes to the end of the repertoire, he begins it all again.
I was beginning to suffer from sleep deprivation from all his warbling. On the advice of my daughter, I did buy some silicone earplugs and found they gave me some additional hours of blissful sleep. Never did I think that a mockingbird would drive me to the edge of desperation.