I’ve been blessed with a pretty good sleeper. Of course, we all have our bumps in the road – weeks or months involving night-time wake ups and such. But when I look at the past three years, on average, things have been pretty good. Part of that may have to do with my decision to keep Peanut in a crib until the age of thirteen (she’s never tried to get out!), but I’d also like to think it’s partially inherent.
This spring, however, things changed. Every morning several birds, perched on the large tree in my patch of front lawn, begin their morning song early. Far too early. I feel like I’m sleeping in the Audubon Jungle; at 5:30am. And the time seems to only be creeping backwards. Two nights ago I woke to a very loud chirping…at 3:45am. It’s horrifying, really.
Of course, Peanut knows roosters (and heck, any type of bird) mean it’s time to rise (what self-respecting three year old doesn’t?). So, when the birds are up, so is she.
“Do you think you could try and pretend the birds aren’t there?” I asked her.
“I told birds…go away! They fly away. And I sleep longer and longer,” she responded.
Apparently she’s already taken care of the problem.
Thanks, P.
This reminds me of my (grown-up) friend who moved from SF into the ‘burbs. The chirping crickets kept her awake. Here in Mayberry, we have crickets, frogs, howling cows AND birds. Plus a few roosters. And trains. I find it all rather soothing, m’self. Well, ‘cept when the cows are really going off.
I guess the moral of the story is, you can get used to anything and sleep through it. Eventually.
I am so thankful the birds on our block are quiet.
I know those birds…they try to come hang under my AC. I banged the heck out of the side of the AC and poof they were gone. Yeah Peanut and I have it covered! LOL!
That’s hilarious! Can you tell Peanut to come talk to the birds by my window???
What a clever cookie. She really has your best interests at heart right!!