Anyone remember my post where I ranted about our neighbors next door who thought it was perfectly acceptable to have band practice (complete with microphone and amplifier) from 11pm till midnight? Well, thankfully, they moved out (or perhaps were kicked out- we don’t know for certain).
The new neighbors are nice-ish. They don’t talk to us, we don’t talk to them, it’s all good. And even though there seems to be a lot of them (teenage girl has about 6 friends over often, 20-something guy has a handful of friends over, and older couple- assuming parents- 20-something guy seems to have a wife and a baby and a toddler), we’re not really sure who all actually lives there, and who just visits a lot. Thankfully, someone in that house seems to be 3rd shift so we hardly ever hear them after whoever leaves soon after we come home.
This story is not about them, however. I’m just happy to have neighbors that we can live with. No, this isn’t about the Jamaican family that used to live across from us either, who would have loud wailing chants at midnight during full moons (and once on Friday the 13th). This is a story about a relatively normal neighbor across the way.
There was a bird. An insomniac bird. Possibly an insomniac bird with turrets. This bird, for God-only-knows-why would wake up about 9 pm and sing incessantly until about 4am, at which point all the other birds would wake up. Oddly, however, all the other birds combined managed to not be as loud as this one bird. Seriously, we hear big rigs and trains going by our house that this bird drowned out.
Several times we considered killing it. Sometimes we considered asking the landlord to rip out its favorite tree. One night, our sort-of-normal neighbor was out having a smoke just as we came home. We did the fake half-smile-just-in-case-he-notices-us-and-we-have-to-be-polite thing. But he didn’t notice us. Instead, he sauntered over to the tree and stared at it for a moment. And then suddenly shook the hell out of that tree! We, of course, started laughing and got out of the van.
Not-so-normal-neighbor sees us, shakes his head, and says “Bloody bird. I shut him up before and he’s already back at it! I may have to shoot him.” (sounded a lot funnier with his accent and body language).
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Easy solution for everyone, including the bird: turn on a fan. The fan will drown out the bird and the bird gets to live. Maybe the bird’s trying to tell your neighbor to stop smoking around his nest? LOL
I have a teen-aged version of that bird. They have pool parties Friday and Saturday night until 2 or 3. Worse, they invite girls and boys. Boys preening for girls equates into loud shouts. Girls preening for boys equates into ear-piercing shrieks. Their pool? Faces our bedroom window. I went to the other side of the house (two bedrooms away and could STILL hear the little shits. I use the fan now. But if that doesn’t work, I’ll us 9-1-1. There are limits to what we have to tolerate.
I used to live by a bird like that! But my solution was moving.
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Lori- Believe it or not, we tried that! Of course, we could only do it in the bedroom (no fans on the side of the house where we tried to, oh, concentrate) and it did help, but not totally! In fact, we had the fan AND ht humidifier going!
Wow- your neighbors sound a lot like our old ones! We reported them to the landlord several times and a few times we came home to see cop cars parked along our house (which we figured out was for them). Eventually they stopped being noisy, and now we know that it’s because they moved out.
Best of luck to you with your birds.
Jersey- *lol* We talked about it! I spent a lot of time on real estate sites during that period…
Hahahaha! Love it! I used to have a neighbor who had sex ALL the time. Very loud sex. I could hear all his kinky little nuances, too.
Then in Hell’s Kitchen I had a neighbor who was abusing his girlfriend at all hours of the night. I called the cops more times than I can even count anymore and eventually my (other) neighbors told me they stopped trying to help her long ago because just always goes back to him. So sad.
Poor birdie, though…I hope he didn’t get shot. I haven’t had to deal with a loud bird in the city, yet. However, my “neighbors” tend to be cockroaches and mice. I’ll take the bird any day!
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