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Rufus sided towhee
on the ground not in a tree. you sing your song at first light, six a. m. it's much too bright. you wake me from my sleep with your peep peep peep if i could ask to move wake some one else, i'm not in the mood every morning i hear your call stop it stop it stop it, That's all ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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this morning it's a carolina wren
woke me up once, woke me up again a loud call for such a small bird chirp chirp chirp you little turd i need a muzzle... a muzzle for a bird STOP IT, SHUT UP, F'ING NATURE maybe earplugs would be a cure? ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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