I don’t know why I would want to wake up slow and easy on a summer morning, at my leisure, when I can (and do) wake up to this sound. Against the stucco on the side of my house. Right outside my bedroom. At 6 o’clock.
And the little bastard doesn’t even make me coffee.
I don’t suppose my sweet little bird friend has watched the mockingbird scene in Failure to Launch, the one where the poor little mockingbird found himself on the business end of an air rifle. (Oh relax, PETA. I wouldn’t do that. Just trying to scare the little bugger.)