Strange voices, shouting "Ohh Lord" and "Hallelujah". They're getting fainter.

over the whir of the other computer that's still on for some reason, I can hear birds chirping and the occasional car going by. Earlier this morning (about 5:30) all i could hear was a posse of birds with a piercing 2 tone call who wouldn't STFU and caused me to be awake at stupid-o-clock for no good reason on a Saturday. grrrrr. Now they've stopped -probably sleeping, little gits. Yes, it's 8:30 and i've already been doing paper/computer work for over an hour. no I can't get stupid quickbooks to reconcile. No, I can't find the problem. Maybe this cup of tea will help

Lil' Griff just got a new snare... I can't hear anything but.

There's no noise outside. It's dead quiet just like most nights here.

About the birds. We have ones here called curlew's that make a two tone call. Kind of like the sound of a wolf whistle, but sadder and slower. Or I suppose awestruck at the awesome beauty of the subject. Like slow and...well...awestruck.

A curlew would be bliss compared to this little bugger. I'mm'a set the cats onto it and all it's kin until we have extinction.

Now I can hear Thor making sound effects for whatever scenario he's creating with lego. mostly war noises. :love:

Just before, I thought I could hear zombies, but it was just drunk teenagers.

Awww bless. That's so cute.

Right now I can hear the jingle jangle tune of an icecream van somewhere in the village.

drunk teenagers are cute? lol I don't think so. They usually vomit indiscriminately. (I'll have you know that indiscriminately is a really big word for a drunk person to spell)

I can hear the Elmhurst Road - there's always traffic on it, day and night, because it's part of the ring road (A41) as well as being the main road through the estate.

Also the birds - mostly starlings.
A neighbour was banging about in a gardening way, but that's stopped now.

90% traffic, 10% birds

I think she meant Thor. Who is being cute.

I don't hear anything! Autumn barks occasionally at a wandering squirrel...but that's about it. Very, very quiet morning. Everyone must be nursing a hangover.

Indeed I did :)

That sounds poetic.

Autumn barks occasionally at a wandering squirrel...
Winter covers itself in a blanket of snow...
Spring opens it's shell, revealing a pearl....
Summer nurtures grass, which I must mow...