Wind.

traffic... all day 5 days a week I hear traffic...

Once upon a time, I lived in a gorgeous penthouse condo in the SF Bay Area (Hayward, to be precise). My gorgeous condo was roughly 70 feet away from a six-lane freeway (that intersected with an eight-lane freeway about 750 feet further down the road). You can see the set-up here.

So, yeah. I hear (*snort*) your pain.

After six years of constant traffic noise, GDMF jake brakes, and reliably regular car crashes (stupid people changing lanes at the last second in order to be in the correct lane for the freeway interchange), I bugged out for the woods.

This morning, I'm hearing birds chirping and the occasional cock crow.

Ahhhhhhhh.......

Is your tinnituts outside? I SAID IS YOUR TINNITUS OUTSIDE?

Trash pick-up.

There's someone ringing a bell (like a cowbell). I'm told that the people who walk around the streets selling things from carts all have a particular sound that is unique to what they sell. The only thing I'm sure of is that this one wasn't the bread guy who plays a song with the word 'bread' in it as he walks down the street.

Wind. For the past ten hours. Wind. More wind. Blusters. Gusts. Wind. [power outage] More wind. Whoosh. Blusters. Gusts. Wind. [/power outage].

RFN, I hear thunder and rain from the third thunderstorm this week. More scheduled for the next two days at least. I don't wanna hear boo about a drought this year.

Under normal weather, I hear roosters crowing next door, lotsa dogs barking (howling if a siren goes by) and skwerls on my roof. The hum of my air conditioner is just white noise since I moved to God-forsaken Texas.

Fucking, death-deserving blue jays.

A tornado siren.. anyone else actually enjoy severe weather? I love watching it rain and lightning like all hell is breaking loose.

A few years ago we had a gale and my son, then 3, and I were watching the storm out our window when the huge ass maple (65feet tall ~150 yrs) split and dropped half of its trunk on the sidewalk. Smashed the hell out of the slate.

Totally awesome. I even like being out in it.

Lots and lots and lots of sirens. Far more than usual. Also heard a train whistle, three short blasts, multiple times. Thought that was a distress signal of some kind, started with assumption that train struck a car or pedestrian, but the county dispatch board only shows a house fire. Not a lot of chatter on the fire-dispatch board, but they may be active on the event channels that aren't part of the public broadcast.

Make that two active fires fairly close to each other ... covered by the same fire company.

Foot: When I was about 8 there was a huge tree outside my bedroom window that was struck by lightning. left a huge scar down the side of it, easily 5 feet long. The noise about tossed me out of bed since it was the middle of the night. It was awesome. The tree took it like a boss, didn't lose any limbs.



Busy night for those boys. Your local department paid or volly wolf?

Yo, bitch, wanna go get some burgers and crack? :cool:

One thing that's kind of funny ... rookie cop has a suspect giving a fake name and multiple birthdates ... and I am pretty sure I know who she really is.

Wow. What a surprise.

I hear rain outside.

It's been raining for years...

Wind.

Do you mean the rookie cop?

Squelches

The sound of beeves munching on the grass!

Rain.
And occasionally thunder - we're having storms pass every hour or so. Not overhead, I think they're munching their way ro9und the hills.

TIL 'beeves' is a real word.

I was tempted to ask you if they were gyring and gymboling in the wabe.

TIL ???

ETA: Oh! Waittaminnit .... = Today I Learned. You mean it's a real word? But I just made it up :blush: :o

Well I thought you had. But Merriam Webster says it's the plural of beef.

When we come visit we will remember to say beeve rather then beef curtains.
I mean I'm sure they are lovely, but I think cattle are more our bag.

Fireworks and sirens. Sirens and fireworks. They just seem to go hand in hand around here.

Not last night but the night before, 24 robbers came knocking at my door.

Actually it was a raccoon getting the last of a shake out of the cup I put into the little trash can I keep on my back porch for throwing stuff away from my car. He looked like one robber though. I watched him and tapped on the window and he looked at me like 'what, lady?'

Something scuttling about on the roof - a bird I think ..

You hope...

Birds chirping, crickets, a mourning dove, and an idling locomotive. The locomotive is about a mile-and-a-half off.

Not tonight, but last night and this morning....a cricket...in my kitchen. So loud...:3_eyes: Luckily my mom found it this morning and threw it out. :D

Stalkers.



No, wait, that's just the clock ticking.