This morning’s wake-up call came not from a 5 and/or a 6 year old child’s voice, but from two very strident crows, about half a block away each, every one determinedly and vocally claiming the entire area for itself.
Relaxing is one thing which crow voices most definitely aren’t.
Then the flock of white corellas who/which generally hang out in the trees west of the school block noticed these impulsive intruders and roared over to set things right.
Something like 70 or 80 corellas in a bunch does tend to reduce the vocality of a pair of crows somewhat, albeit at a price in more musical (but generally not award-winning) corella voices or a gentler-than-crows but cumulatively deafening flapping sussuration from scores of wings.
The corellas chased the “alarm c[l]ocks” away for over an hour, by which time everyone in our house was awake anyway running around organising things for “dear old Dad's” glow-in-the-dark party for his cranium. I’m feeling kind of radiant...
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