If it’s not the skunks, it’s the birds. None of God’s creatures wants us to get a good night’s rest.
I’ve mentioned before how we have a thriving skunk community in our neighborhood. They like to offer their perfumes to us in the night. If you’ve ever shared property with skunks, you know they can jolt you out of a stone dead sleep without saying a word.
The skunks come around from time to time, but in summer, the birds are out every morning. I have no problem with the birds. I’m a country boy; their joyful chirping doesn’t bother me. My wife, who is not a country boy, is driven up the wall by their chatter. By the laws of marriage (“for better or worse, richer or poorer, through plagues of birds, etc.”) this makes the birds my problem.
Every morning, not long after sunrise, the birds wake my wife, who reacts by closing the windows in our bedroom. Country boys are not accustomed to the noise of windows being closed on a pleasant June morning. Consequently, this wakes me up.
WIFE: Sorry to wake you, but those birds are at it again.
ME: They’re just letting you know , “It’s morning time!”
WIFE: Could they whisper it? Or maybe wait until 7 o’clock? Let’s just leave the windows closed all night.
ME: It gets too hot in here. I’d likely be a wreck every morning.
WIFE: Let’s risk it.
ME: You know, some people buy recordings of birds singing to relax them.
WIFE: Singing? They call that singing? It sounds more like a brawl.
ME: Do you also hate the sound of a gentle rain?
WIFE: I swear, one of them is about to pull a knife.
ME: What about the ocean surf?
WIFE: The ocean is fine. It’s all one constant noise, not all these different notes and pitches these birds have.
ME: So if we could get more birds, and their noises all blended together . . .
WIFE: Have you ever heard bickering that blended together?
Not in our house, I haven’t. Wife wins that round.