What’s a girl gotta do to get a little peace and quiet around here?   Wouldn’t you think that would be easy in a community designed for a somewhat “mature” population?  That those years of loud, crazy carousing and partying might be things of the past?

So, how come it’s just the opposite? At least in our little cottage, right here on a supposedly quiet street and lovely lagoon?

The noise level is right up there.  I’d give it a 9 or 10 on some sort of scale.  I sincerely regret to report that it’s our neighbors.  Right next door.  Just a few yards away, to be specific.

We’ve discovered…the hard way…..that nearly everyone knew about them.  Except, of course, us.  Maybe that’s why we got a really nice house that others had declined.  Maybe things will change but I doubt it.

Apparently, Blue Herons, in nesting season, are widely known for their raucous screeching, fussing, and squawking.  The ones next door are no exception.

A simple homecoming, “Hi, Honey, I’m home,” can trigger earsplitting chaos: You’re late. Where have you been?  Is that lipstick on your feathers?  You left me here to sit on these eggs all day without so much as a minute to myself.  And don’t think I didn’t see you do a fly-by in front of that pretty little egret.

Yes, they’re loud.  Very, very loud.  But enough said about that.  They are magnificent creatures and we are delighted to have them nesting on our neighbor’s roof. 

We’re looking forward to the babies’ arrival.  I think she is, too.  Him?  Well, we’ll have to see how that goes. 

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