This weekend a mockingbird decided that my neighborhood would be the perfect place to fly around, find a mate, and maybe start a family. As a result, at 4:30 Sunday morning, I was feeling a little like this:

Then, Sunday morning as I walked to the farmer’s market with Jeff, I saw the mockingbird, who had started singing again, a block away. “I will find it. I will kill it.I will get a gun and I will shoot that bird,” I said to Jeff. He laughed. I am pretty sure I wasn’t joking, except for the fact that it’s illegal to kill a mockingbird.

The mockingbird reappeared at three this morning, but it was further away, perhaps widening his search for a love. I read online that this mockingbird is going to continue doing his rendition of every car alarm in my neighborhood until he finds a female that is impressed by his wide range (from Volvo to Hyundai, he’s got them all down.)

It doesn’t help that the moon will be full Wednesday night. It doesn’t help that it’s mating season. Something that also doesn’t help? Scaring the mockingbird away. They’ll just come back. They’re quite territorial, you know.

Hopefully I’ll be finding a pair of ear plugs tonight, or hopefully this mockingbird finds a love before I find a bb gun. Either way, I might have to learn how to nap so that I still can get some sleep while this guy belts his little heart out.