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Those of you who know me know I love birds. I am a bird person. I am a birder. I bird.

The Northern Mockingbird is a feisty singer. His song is a varied medley of short phrases, each repeated 4-6 times. Listen to a sample here. Think of that car alarm that cycles through about 6 different sounds. You know the one. The really annoying one. It’s pretty similar.

Every night at about 11pm, a mockinbird begins to sing in our yard, right outside the bedroom window. We’ve named him “Jefferson”.

Jefferson T. Mockingbird.

When he begins his nightly ritual, it’s sort of pleasant.

Chirpity chirpity chirpity chirpity WEEEP WEEEP WEEEP WEEEP WEEEP doodleoodle doodleoodle doodleoodle doodleoodle chipchipchipchipchipchipchip

“Hey listen, there’s Jefferson!”

The thing is, he doesn’t stop. Until SIX IN THE MORNING.

Most likely he’s an unmated male. So he’s cruising. He’s looking for his lady love. A little late night mockingbird action.

It’s annoying.

If someone knows a bachelorette mockingbird in the Bay Area, can you please send her our way?

Thanks.