Hee! I posted this elsewhere yesterday - you might be amused:
So, many moons ago, I moved out to a little house in the country. By "country" I mean "I have to drive half an hour to get to a freaking grocery store, and pizza delivery is Right Out." Now, I like the outdoors (hiking, camping, and kayaking are high on my list of Favorite Things), but I also like being able to come home to civilization and my choice of Thai or Mexican takeout. Alas, no more. But, there were some benefits. It was quiet, for one. No worries about perverted freaks climbing in my windows at night if I left them open, so I could take advantage of the cool night air (and cut down on the electric bill at the same time. Score!)
HA! That was when I learned of the true evil lurking out there, biding its time in the daylight and only coming out at dusk to spread evil and misery until the crack of dawn.
Literally, dusk to dawn, and loud enough to wake me out of a sound sleep on those nights when he'd be quiet for long enough to lull me into a false sense of security. One day, I even came face to face with the evil thing, shortly after dusk - he was just sitting on the road, lying in wait (presumably to sabotage my car, because that's the way they roll), beady red eyes glowing banefully in the darkening twilight.
I've never been so scared in my life.
Happily, I'm moving back to civilization now, and escaping the small feathered death. But still, under the highway buzz of cars and sirens, sometimes I think I hear it:
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machine_dove) wrote2008-06-27 08:42 am
Re: The Raven and the Whippoorwills are the bird of death
So, many moons ago, I moved out to a little house in the country. By "country" I mean "I have to drive half an hour to get to a freaking grocery store, and pizza delivery is Right Out." Now, I like the outdoors (hiking, camping, and kayaking are high on my list of Favorite Things), but I also like being able to come home to civilization and my choice of Thai or Mexican takeout. Alas, no more. But, there were some benefits. It was quiet, for one. No worries about perverted freaks climbing in my windows at night if I left them open, so I could take advantage of the cool night air (and cut down on the electric bill at the same time. Score!)
HA! That was when I learned of the true evil lurking out there, biding its time in the daylight and only coming out at dusk to spread evil and misery until the crack of dawn.
WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!!
Non. Stop. And don't let their small size fool you, these buggers are loud. Even after closing the windows, it still battered in my brain.
WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!! WHIPPOORWILL!!
Literally, dusk to dawn, and loud enough to wake me out of a sound sleep on those nights when he'd be quiet for long enough to lull me into a false sense of security. One day, I even came face to face with the evil thing, shortly after dusk - he was just sitting on the road, lying in wait (presumably to sabotage my car, because that's the way they roll), beady red eyes glowing banefully in the darkening twilight.
I've never been so scared in my life.
Happily, I'm moving back to civilization now, and escaping the small feathered death. But still, under the highway buzz of cars and sirens, sometimes I think I hear it:
Whippoorwill!