It's like living in a freaking war zone.
I'm gonna interrupt your regular programing to give you a post about birds. Yes, birds.
Ok, so I live in an outer suburb of Melbourne, closer to the mountains than the city, but definitely suburbia and not rural (when I move 1/2 an hour further out into the house I'm building I'll be semi-rural). So we get some wildlife but not a lot. I do not have kangaroos and shit, if I want to see my native fauna I go to the damn zoo like everyone in every other country. But we DO have a lot of birds.
For as long as I've lived here there's been a murder of crows in the street. Fuckin' crows, man. I really like them because they look cool, but, you know, not exactly the most exciting birds? Also magpies, there are magpies all over this bitch, but magpies are stupid. Anyway, so we've had the big massive sprawling murder of crows for ages, who have their little family dynasties and who fly around being intimidating. But then, just recently, a mob of cockatoos have moved in.
Ok, and look, cockatoos are pretty. But they're giant pains in the arse! No one acknowledges that, though, because they're all ~native and shit. So this mob have moved in and the entire street has gotten all excited about it and encouraged them by putting bread on the back porch so we can stand there and watch what ANY SINGLE OTHER bird would do, except we're all happy because these birds are doing it with snowy white feathers and a yellow hat (yes, I've stood at the window for ten minutes watching a bunch of birds eat bread on my porch while the cat sits at my feet TOTALLY OVERWHELMED). Ok, so everyone is excited except THE CROWS. Who are all, please, really? PLEASE?
So every day I hear: crows "O rilly?" cockies "Ya rilly!" "Oh? OH RILLY!" "LOL YA RILLY!!" "OH RILLY?" "YA RILLY!!!" Except they're the two noisiest and least musical birds ever so to humans it sounds like: crows "CAAAAAAAWCAAAAAAWWWWWWCAAAWWWW!" cockies "RAAAAAARKRAAAAAAAAARKRAAAAAARRRRK!" All. The fucking. Time. CAW-RARK. CAW-RARK.
And then they have these epic battles, like a war between good and evil playing out in the sky above my house. There'll be a tree full of crows and a tree full of cockies and they'll all just swoop up into the air - CAW-RARK! CAW-RARK! - and go at it like end times. It's fucking distracting.
God damnit, I can hear them right now.
Incidentally, my dad used to have a cockatoo. It's name was Charles, and it knew how to say 'hello' and 'Charles' and 'RAAAAAARKRAAAARKRAAAARK.'
So there, that's my story about birds. I will now return you to you regular schedule of squee, PJ Ransone, porn and picspams!
Lahve lahve lahve
--Beck
Ok, so I live in an outer suburb of Melbourne, closer to the mountains than the city, but definitely suburbia and not rural (when I move 1/2 an hour further out into the house I'm building I'll be semi-rural). So we get some wildlife but not a lot. I do not have kangaroos and shit, if I want to see my native fauna I go to the damn zoo like everyone in every other country. But we DO have a lot of birds.
For as long as I've lived here there's been a murder of crows in the street. Fuckin' crows, man. I really like them because they look cool, but, you know, not exactly the most exciting birds? Also magpies, there are magpies all over this bitch, but magpies are stupid. Anyway, so we've had the big massive sprawling murder of crows for ages, who have their little family dynasties and who fly around being intimidating. But then, just recently, a mob of cockatoos have moved in.
Ok, and look, cockatoos are pretty. But they're giant pains in the arse! No one acknowledges that, though, because they're all ~native and shit. So this mob have moved in and the entire street has gotten all excited about it and encouraged them by putting bread on the back porch so we can stand there and watch what ANY SINGLE OTHER bird would do, except we're all happy because these birds are doing it with snowy white feathers and a yellow hat (yes, I've stood at the window for ten minutes watching a bunch of birds eat bread on my porch while the cat sits at my feet TOTALLY OVERWHELMED). Ok, so everyone is excited except THE CROWS. Who are all, please, really? PLEASE?
So every day I hear: crows "O rilly?" cockies "Ya rilly!" "Oh? OH RILLY!" "LOL YA RILLY!!" "OH RILLY?" "YA RILLY!!!" Except they're the two noisiest and least musical birds ever so to humans it sounds like: crows "CAAAAAAAWCAAAAAAWWWWWWCAAAWWWW!" cockies "RAAAAAARKRAAAAAAAAARKRAAAAAARRRRK!" All. The fucking. Time. CAW-RARK. CAW-RARK.
And then they have these epic battles, like a war between good and evil playing out in the sky above my house. There'll be a tree full of crows and a tree full of cockies and they'll all just swoop up into the air - CAW-RARK! CAW-RARK! - and go at it like end times. It's fucking distracting.
God damnit, I can hear them right now.
Incidentally, my dad used to have a cockatoo. It's name was Charles, and it knew how to say 'hello' and 'Charles' and 'RAAAAAARKRAAAARKRAAAARK.'
So there, that's my story about birds. I will now return you to you regular schedule of squee, PJ Ransone, porn and picspams!
Lahve lahve lahve
--Beck