open letter to a chipping sparrow

dear that chipping sparrow that sings outside my window all. damn. day. long,

i realize that you have a lot of business to conduct and that most of it involves guarding your territory and your sweet little mate, but let's face it: it is rather late in the season and while your mate must be some kinda hottie for you to have to sing to ward off competitors all day, every day, without a rest from a half hour before the sun rises to a half hour after it goes down, most of the other guys in the neighborhood have scaled back on all the chipping song to a couple times every ten minutes or so.


don't you need to go eat or something? or feed your young? you have a nest full of young, right? or are you the last unmated guy in the neighborhood trying to attract a mate to your small territory right outside my bedroom window?

i'm having a hard time seeing that the territory right outside my bedroom window is any kind of prime real estate for a bird.

it's getting old, dude. give it a break.

love, flask