Birdsong – What’s the Time?

Birdsong – What’s the Time? – Warning: this is an unedited, 6am, 600 word ramble. I enjoyed writing it and think readers will enjoy… reading time? 5mins maybe.

I’d been awake for a while when the dawn-chorus suddenly started as it does almost everywhere everyday throughout the spring here in England. What I noticed, that I’d never noticed before was that it started as if someone had switched on a tape player. Ha! Of course, someone could have switched on a tape player outside my bedroom window that I’d left open. Now, would that be verging on psychosis? I’ll leave you to make up your mind about that. Didn’t Einstein say something like, “Intelligence is being able to keep two ideas in the mind at the same time”? Possibly he did not use those exact words. There seems to be some truth in it. I suggest that unless a tape recorder outside the bedroom window were to become the dominant idea then all is fine.

So why did the birdsong strike me as being different this morning?

Cricky… I am not even going to use time trying to identify all possibilities. Here is theory number…

1. I left the bedroom window open overnight and had not done that on the previous few nights
2. There is a lot less traffic of all kinds. (a big chunk of rambling starts here) Lying in bed the sound of a distant train or plane may have been what woke me an hour or so earlier. I listened to the sound and could not make out: plane or train? I thought that would surely be obvious… then, remembering almost every plane is grounded…

And yes I may put this in or after everything I write for the next few days, COVID19 is serious and not getting infected needs to be everyone’s priority all over the world. Don’t anyone think they are safe. Take care out there.

…and surely no passenger train runs through here at that ‘unearthly’ hour, it could be a freight train? Not many of those these days, but probably what disturb the silence (silence other than moderate tinnitus).

My mind then said Cargo Plane / Freight Train… no idea why not the other way around. What does that sound like? Freight Plane / Cargo Train. Nope, still no clue. It don’t matter!

Getting back to birdsong: I figured that if the birds were up then it must be light outside. I drew back the curtain and what did I see? Darkness! Hang-on!

I went to the bathroom and DAYLIGHT! I sleep in a west facing bedroom until the summer kicks in then ideally move to an east facing one (God knows how I got to live in a house like this considering how much time I am not earning any money) because west facing gets too hot as the sun goes down. Bathroom? East facing with thin curtains… Who can see me through the curtains if I have the light on? Now that is probably not for the psychosis or neurosis label. That is more like paranoia… Hang-on… Could that be a healthy paranoia… and might it be a good example of that?

The house I helped my daughter buy (and (not putting her name here) daughter please let your brother have £13,000 of that money when you can afford to do so… not likely to be soon as I’m guessing you have been drafted in by the NHS if they’ve noticed you are qualified to help out.)

Getting back to the plot: Her bathroom blind looked thick from the inside, but parking my car late one evening in the big town-centre-car-park behind her place, it was obvious the blinds were near enough see-through. This was a few years back, so not sure whether it was same day that I fitted additional curtains. I never checked to see if blinds plus curtains did the job… Okay that is the very bottom of this page, so stopping – no conclusion – no definitive answers. Does all life provide food for thought?