Wake-Up Call

View out of my window with dawn sky changing hue

"Alright, alright. I'm awake now."

I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the toilet.

Chirp. Chirp. Chirp... and lots of other indescribable babble coming from our unofficial wake-up call service still heard behind the toilet door.

"Hey! It's Sunday!" I told myself while I perched on the toilet slowly gaining composure.

Our morning wake-up call provider - the prolific Mynah

Yes, we have this prolific talking Mynah that perches on our bedroom window sill or casement most mornings to wake both Wifey and I up.

It will come around 8:00AM and babbles loudly lecturing how lazy this couple is... telling us get up to start our day already.

Most days, I will wake-up to an interesting tapestry of beautiful dawn skies to start my day... stare to admire it for a while and then get ready for work.

Most weekends, I would stare at the day's spectacle of changing colored skies... feel good inside and then go back to sleep again... until the wake-up call.

It is not all that bad though, as some days, we will get to hear the many beautiful morning songs from the many different kinds of birds. This part is my most favorite as I get to lay in my bed listening to nature's lullaby while watching the skies change colors. Totally therapeutic.

Anyway, if we are able to ignore the wake-up call or maybe totally unperturbed by it, the next wake-up call after the snooze mode will be from a whole gang of 5 to 6 Mynahs chatting over the day's load of rubbish.

Literally, the city's rubbish truck will make its way every morning to collect trash from the central rubbish chute in our block.

I guess these are the same Mynahs that I have seen on several occasions while going to work. One particular bird will fly onto the moving rubbish truck that is making it way to our block.

One Mynah on top left & one perched looking at the buffet spread

Perched at the end of the truck, it gets a free ride until the truck stops and starts to back-up to connect its end to the central chute. This will be the gang's split-second time to forage for food off the truck buffet-style.

This morning, I just had to take some photos of our service call provider... the alarm-clock Mynah, since it is exceptionally chatty today.

"Make it go away..." Wifey told me, still laying down on the bed and making the shooing gesture with her hand "it will poop on our window."

Well, I would rather take its pictures...

Silently, I creped-up to the window and snapped some pictures behind the day curtains. I guess it sensed something was moving behind the curtains dark inside, as it stared in my direction for a few seconds before flying off with a continuous chirp.

I think we should be grateful, for not many residents here get a free wake-up call from a bird. When it does poop, our downstairs neighbor's window will get the brunt of it... so I am not all too concern about the after-effect of this service.

Only hope is that our upstairs neighbor does not employ the same service call... it will be a messy affair as far as window sills are concern.