are building a nest outside my window today. They’ll probably lay eggs and leave a horrible mess like they did outside my bedroom window the year before last. I can’t do anything about it because I don’t want to open the window. (there’s an ac unit in it) and I don’t want to disturb the little buggers. They have a distinctive call. You’ve probably heard it. They usually start before it’s about to rain, which is why I call them the rain bird.
Their non scientific name is the Mourning Dove and interestingly Wikipedia say that they are also known as the rain dove, the chueybird, and colloquially as the turtle dove. I did not know that. The Rain Dove makes sense to me because I have noticed that it will usually rain when I start hearing these things. Is this too much information for a Friday morning?
I’ve got so many musical projects I don’t know where to start. I have to re-string at least two guitars, finish writing three unfinished songs, reinstall software on two computers and that’s just a few of the things I have going.
I filled up one of my cars at the the big box discount store yesterday. It wasn’t cheap, but then it wasn’t $10 a gallon and we don’t have a gas shortage because we don’t rely on any other countries for our oil supplies. I don’t want to add anything to that because everyone knows now what’s going on. You would hope it would knock some sense into people, but you know they’ll just continue on the path to oblivion when the current crisis blows over.
Canada’s prime minister has a solution, and it’s called Communism
The rain bird has temporarily stopped making noise. It is said that it’s a mating call, but this particular bird already has a lady there with him. Is he trying to get her to have sex with him? I don’t wanna know. It’s gone quiet so maybe these two are having it off outside my window? Please stop now and go elsewhere. The Fortress isn’t a sex den…yet.
Sex, of course is everything. As long as you’re living you’re probably thinking about it at least once a day. I don’t know what happens when you get old. I have no desire to find out. Now that I am older, at least I have given up on the idea that I have to have sex every day. It’s not necessary, and it takes the fun out of it.
This journal has nowhere to go today. Uh, oh Mr Rainbird has started up again. My weather station is not showing rain, however. I just looked out the window and there is a bird sitting on top of the A/C unit. The bird making all the noise is down on the window ledge. He’s trying to entice her down to the nest, but she’s not complying. In fact she just flew up to the third floor and flew straight into a closed window.
I could hear the thud down here. It’s sitting on a tree branch outside. I can almost see the dazed stars circling round its head. This could go on all day. Just fucking get on with it you two. Fuck me, the things I have to deal with here.
Happy Friday
It’s the 60th anniversary of the release of the Beach Boys Pet Sounds. They’ve just released a shit ton of previously unheard material, including this song with Brian Wilson as you’ve never heard him before.