There is a mockingbird outside in the tree directly next to my bedroom window who has learned how to chirp exactly like a cell phone ringing. Loudly. Repeatedly.
So now I have to get up, get dressed, go down to the car, drive to the gun shop, buy ammo, drive home, load the gun, and shoot the feathery little bastard.
I hate adding things to an already established "to do" list. Damn.
Just put that one on Scout's list. She can handle it.
Atticus Finch
Posted by: Genuine at February 28, 2004 11:01 AMI worked as a temp at a lawn care place last spring, and there was a mockingbird who had learned to sound like one of the large trucks backing up. Very strange, but funny.
Posted by: Scooterdeb at February 29, 2004 07:13 AMWouldn't it just be easier to smear a little arsenic-laced butter on some stale bread and toss it out the window and hope the little bugger would eat it?
*runs from PETA trolls*
Posted by: Tiffany at February 29, 2004 12:08 PMWhen I lived in Redondo Beach, there were several mockingbirds that learned to mimic car alarms.
They matched the tones exactly. You could only tell if it was a bird because they could not match the volume of a real car alarm.
They tried though... :)