We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Except for the twitterings of some migrating warblers and thrushes, the morning bird chorus here has suddenly gone silent.
That's because the local breeders have now laid their eggs, and no longer want to draw attention to their presence with their territorial calls. 21 days for a bird egg to hatch, and then comes the long hassle of feeding, protecting, worrying over, and keeping track of the bird babies.
Wish the durn birds would go silent around here. Somehow, a starling had got into my attic - right over my study, too - and set up housekeeping. Before I figured out what's what (okay, so I'm slow), the little ones had hatched, and the periodic racket ("hey, there's mom with a beakful of worms!") is deafening.
Found the hole in the trim, but can't fix it until the little beggars move out. I may be an evil white male, but I do have a heart; well, kind of...