On the way to the vet’s today, a ring-necked pheasant sauntered across the road in front of me, in the heart of Grosse Pointe. This is, supposedly, a common sight in these parts, and yet, my heart always jumps a little. I mean, it’s hardly a pigeon.
I asked the vet about it, and he said he had the same feeling, but over time, you grow out of it. Mostly this happens if you live in a neighborhood with pheasant in it. “The cocks crow at first light,” he said. “And it’s not like a rooster crowing. It sounds like fingernails on a blackboard. That’s one thing at this time of year, when it comes at around 6:15. In the middle of summer, it can be as early as 3. That starts the dogs barking, and so on.”
Well, hell. They’re still pretty birds, and I reserve the right to be impressed by them.
Actually, the birds that wake me before I’m ready on summer mornings are, more often than not, sparrows. All that tuneless chirping — bleah. I’ll take a pheasant any day.
Lite bloggage today, until we hit the homestretch of this week:
Last year, I wrote something about insomnia here, which sparked a discussion in the comments about varioius pharmaceutical sleep aids. 4dbirds wrote: I took Ambien one evening to ensure a good night sleep. I seemed to wake-up fine but remember yawning quite a bit on the drive to work. At work, I started shutting down. I had to close the door to my office and slept the entire work day. I don’t remember driving home (what an idiot to even try it) and went straight to bed and sleep the second I got home. Next morning I was my usual self. One Ambien put me out for a good 32 hours.
NN.C, ahead of the curve again. From today’s NYT:
With a tendency to stare zombie-like and run into stationary objects, a new species of impaired motorist is hitting the roads: the Ambien driver. Ambien, the nation’s best-selling prescription sleeping pill, is showing up with regularity as a factor in traffic arrests, sometimes involving drivers who later say they were sleep-driving and have no memory of taking the wheel after taking the drug.
Wow. I feel all new-media and voice-of-the-people, don’t you?