Daily Prompt: The Golden Hour – Someone shoot the birds

6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?

Sunrise over Feldbrunnen

Someone must have said “look at that wonderful sunrise”. Living with two felines, a son that rises only towards midday when he is at home, and Mr. Swiss who always was an early bird, I assume it was Mr. Swiss thinking of my opportunity to at last take a prize worthy photo.

Sunrises are not my thing. I have a wonderful collection of sunsets from all over the world: England, Switzerland and perhaps Portugal and New York. Sunsets are sensible. They arrive at a sensible time and stay until you have found the camera and tuned to the various settings. Sun rises are for vampires to warn them to disappear to their sleeping places down in the cellar or the vaults and snuggle up in their coffins, closing the lid to keep the offending daylight away. You see, even vampires sleep better when it is dark.

6.00 a.m.? Oh, I know that is when the birds are singing outside my window telling me what a wonderful day it will be. There must be at least 10-20 different birds as they are all singing a different song, a real carcophony. There is the bird with the high pitched whistle that is convinced he has a talent for the birdsong talent competition. He practices every morning. That is the one where I would most of all like to throw something at to remind him that there is another species that prefers to spend the early morning hours in silence. Then there is the bird with the monotonous chirp, chirp, chirp where I dig deeper into the sheets and covers and bury my head in the pillow, no not song some sort of monotonous lyric, probably the rapper of the bird world. Crows are different, they croak and have lively conversations with each other.

“Hey Fred, what do you thing, that tree over there looks quite comfortable and look at those two females with the sexy beaks.”

“You mean lets take a flight over and croak good morning. They do have sexy curves on their beaks, I must say and dawn is breaking, so they won’t know what has hit them when we arrive.”

Probably the product of this morning rendezvous is a few eggs and married crow life, and Fred and Charlie would probably have been pleased to have forgotten the whole thing. Peaceful crow life met its end at 6.00 a.m. one morning in Spring.

I remember the time when I was a working woman, when there was a purpose in my life to arise with the sun, eat a welcome breakfast, freshen up under the shower, get dressed and go, go, go dragging my son with me on the way. You know when you had that sinking feeling in you stomach, “do I have to do this?” Then 6.00 a.m. had a different meaning, you had a target in front of you. Your fellow workers would waive with welcoming gestures and sour faces when you arrived in the office. I would switch on my computer and see the vibes being generated in the bytes and circuits.

“Good morning computer” I would say in an energetic expectant voice, full of energy to fulfil my day with worthwhile tasks.

“Good morning idiot” my computer did not actually say, after all computers do not speak, but they think and I am sure that was what he was thinking. I remember a work colleague from the computer department whose office was just along the corridor where the windows faced South. She would often pay a visit on a wonderful early morning (it was then around 7.30 a.m.) to inform me that the sun had risen and there would be a fantastic photo to shoot. I dragged myself along the corridor only to find that the clouds were gathering, so there was no photo of the rising sun.

Reflecting on these work days, I am happy and contented now to be a golden oldie, if only the birds would sleep just an hour or so longer. I am a nature lover, but only from about 7.30 a.m. and even then in small doses when I let the cat out. My cat is also a nature lover, but his thoughts about birds are something completely different.

Daily Prompt: The Golden Hour – someone shoot the birds

8 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: The Golden Hour – Someone shoot the birds

  1. I get a glimpse of what retirement is like when I’m on Summer break. It’s nice. Work has it’s moments as well but there’s something to having time and resources pursuing ones own peace. Thanks for sharing!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Retirement is good but even then a certain organisation has to be present. My work is now what I want to do and not what I have to do (no including housework, because you still have to do it whether you like it or not).

      Liked by 1 person

  2. These days, you can say good morning to your computer and it will — with relentless cheerfulness — wish you a good morning in return. I have been VERY careful to avoid waking up the voices in my computer. I can barely bring myself to be polite to the dogs when I meet and greet them in the morning. To have my computer start jabbering at me might put me over the edge.

    When I was a kid, the roof next to my window was nearly flat and for reasons I’m sure someone could explain, but I never could, the crows and the squirrels had turned it into their battlefield. Every single morning, all year round, they fought for possession of that piece of roof. Chittering and squawking until I found myself pounding my tiny fists on the glass and screaming ‘GO AWAY, GO AWAY’ and they never did. My mother was totally unsympathetic, even though nothing would get her out of bed from 11 in the morning except the smell of coffee and even that did not make her cheerful, just awake.

    Now, though, I have a camera right near that great window in the bathroom, so when my body tells me that I must get up (however briefly) to perform necessary early morning business, I can catch a few bright sunrise pictures, then climb right back into bed, hardly breaking my sleep rhythm. Until the phone rings …

    Liked by 1 person

    • I never went for voices on my computer and if I did it would probably have a coughing session first thing in the morning to remove all the food remainders from the day before. I never use my Apple in the morning to protect it from the breakfast attack, but my Acer. Acer is good but feeling his age and for the first two minutes refuses to print all the letters. Mr. Swiss also has an Acer as his computer before last, and has the same problem, but he never eats breafast with his computer. His letters also disappear for a few hours, sometimes never returning.
      When I was a kid I lived in the most densely populated part of London and the roads and streets around our house (built in 1884) were not much better. Then the building began to replace the buildings that were bombed during the war. I grew up in noise, my mum and her sisters never had a conversation, it was a shouting match. On top of it dad was on the heavy guns in the war, afterwards worked in a factory, and yes, his hearing was not so good. The noise the pigeons made was no problem in comparison.
      I do have a nice sunrise photo somewhere from the local supermarket as it shone on the trolley shelter, but I think I used that on my first attempt for this blog. You know we have all been there before. I am late today. After writing this blog, I had to help my felines with their blog, cleaned the kitchen window so that I don’t have to do it tomorrow because tomorrow I do the other three windows and then discovered I had 90 minutes until tea time so went for a walk along the river. I naturally shot about 30 pictures and have now spent an hour uploading them on the computer. No wonder I feel tired when I get up in the morning. Anyhow enjoy the day and sleep well.

      Like

  3. When I was working at the newspaper and I arrived at the newsroom in a hurry to write a story with no time to loose, my old computer had a hard time recognising me. It was very rude. I logged in with my name the computer often answered me that I didn’t exist, which made me really mad.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s