Last Thursday while camping we sat around the camp fire hoping to hear a symphony of cricket chirps...the sound of summer. Instead we were treated to a concert by a solo whipper will. The joyous singing bird of the forest, the nocturnal bird from hell!
All night long!
It made for an angry Princess A who sent this video.
And I blocked his singing by treating it like when the girls annoy the crap out of me, asking the same thing over and over in an attempt to break me down. I have a great talent to block out such that I do not to care to listen or hear. D not so much. She found herself sleeping on the camper couch (on the other end of the camper from her bed), farther from the sounds of whipper will's song.
All the while this movie scene popped into our heads
On Friday evening the Boy Scouts rolled into camp and just as the ole' whipper will started to sing, he stopped. We had visions of boys in khaki with BB guns target shooting at the nocturnal nuisance, earning a badge. Until Saturday night. Sigh. King Ralph's cousin chased whipper will's tunes and was tossing rocks at trees, any tree that seemed to hold the song of that damn bird. For a moment the singing stopped.
I hope I never have to hear another whipper will again in my life! But I'm certain I will...armed with ear plugs.