There is a squirrel outside, screeching it's head off. That's what they do here: they sit in a high branch and emit the following noise:
SCREECH
SCREECH
SCREECH
For hours. It's very annoying.
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There is a squirrel outside, screeching it's head off. That's what they do here: they sit in a high branch and emit the following noise:
SCREECH
SCREECH
SCREECH
For hours. It's very annoying.
Don't worry, he's just chopping broccoli.
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Comments (2)
Could be worse - could be cicadas.
Posted by Moira Breen | July 22, 2007 4:12 PM
Posted on July 22, 2007 16:12
We have those too. The only place to really get good peace and quiet is in the city, where the only noise for long stretches of time is the nice, soothing hum of traffic...
Of course, in Orlando, that's often punctuated by the screeching of tires and brakes and the sound of sirens, because everyone here drives as if possessed by nineteen devils each.
Posted by Andrea Harris | July 22, 2007 5:16 PM
Posted on July 22, 2007 17:16