Sunday, May 05, 2013

Sings the wise thrush

Today is International Dawn Chorus Day. As if to emphasise the matter, all the feathered hooligans are in fine fettle, whether it's the wren and the blackcap blasting out their song from amongst the brambles; or the sparrows and goldfinches chirruping from the treetops; or Frankie Howerd the cat muttering to itself from next door's garage roof.

The cat I don't have made damned sure I was awake for it by jumping on my head at four in the morning.

6 comments:

Pat said...

Wouldn't life be desolate without birdsong?

Gadjo Dilo said...

Having Frankie Howerd sitting on one's face at 4 in the morning is an image I am now trying (so far in vain) to banish from my mind.

dinahmow said...

No! Stop it! Don't titter...

Kevin Musgrove said...

Absolutely. Just been making toast at Morrissey Mansions to the sound if a chaffinch in the car park next door

Kevin Musgrove said...

I am> sorry. Frankie Howerd is The Cat I Do Not Have's arch-nemesis. They can both get very arch.

Kevin Musgrove said...

There's also the ascending "Oo-oooh!"

I swear I once heard it mutter: "The prologue…"