So just went out on the deck, very quiet in the 'hood tonight EXCEPT for the creatures in the trees. I think the gypsy moth worms are back, I can hear crunching, eating of the leaves going on. Those bugs are so gross with their droppings. I plan on taking down another 20 trees this fall. The munching on the leaves locked in that fate!
Anyway it is awesome sitting in the dark outside just listening to the wildlife.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Our trees are singing. Frogs and crickets singing away.
Wish I could record and play it for you.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Oh and cicadas drive me crazy every 5 years or so.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Right now, the only sound I hear outside is my neighbor's power tools. Dude, it's 9:00. Knock it off. Maybe if you were actually home during the day, you could get stuff done at a reasonable hour without pissing off your neighbors!
But yes, I love sitting outside and hearing the natural sounds of the neighborhood. Here, there is too much other noise in the background. I live about a mile from a major interstate, some other neighbors who like to rev their Harley at 2:00 am, shoot fireworks almost every weekend, play music or have a band at the bar up the street. I have to wait until about 3-4:00 am for mostly all quiet. And I do NOT live in the city.
I went out to do some porch sittin, the neighborhood was quiet when I went out. Not even any games going on across the road.
Not ten minutes later, every neighbor around us was mowing or weed eating or blowing.
It was live being in a very loud bee hive. And the dust.
I had to come back in.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
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