The Bird

Growing up in the country I feel as though I am use to the all the sounds of nature. You could always tell that it was spring or summer at our house because the birds, insects and frogs would make noises in the evening and early mornings. Now, living in India I find myself sitting at my desk wondering what kind of weapon to use to put an end to the bird that is making the most horrific squawking call I have ever heard.  It starts at a normal sound level with a kind of whistling “ahh ah, ahh ah” and soon is grows and grows until its throat gives out like a boy hitting puberty until it finally sounds like someone screeching  in agony. This bird torments me every day and my roommate Ece cannot seem to get enough of it. I asked her one day “Do you just like that bird because I hate it so much.” She answers “No, well… now I think that it is a little of both.” One of the India men informed me that the bird only calls out like this when it is going to rain, it just so happens we are only working here during the monsoon season.