White-crowned sparrow
At four o'clock this morning I heard a donkey bray. It was underneath the window and not too far away.
Then they started banging garbage cans; it sounded like an army. And monkeys started howling. I can tell you they're not charming.
I woke right well and thorough. No going back to sleep. It sounded like the city. Or a thousand blatting sheep.
Someone was doing surgery without an anesthetic. And the monkeys didn't like it; it was getting pretty hectic.
Then suddenly the penny dropped, though I got up anyway.
And damned those stupid peacocks for the way they start their day.
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No kidding? We're only familiar with that cry they give in city parks.
In fact - here's a Youtube featuring Keith and my brother trying to imitate a peacock; (That's my brother on the porch swing. Keith just pops forward at the end:)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ImVUuQKjtY&list=UUctt38MRDBn0YcJsF1hWIaQ&index=37&feature=plcp
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