I live in the inner city. Yet the wildlife around here never ceases to amaze me.
We have a resident mudlark who arrives at the bedroom window every morning and proceeds to attack the glass with his beak. (If you happen to be elsewhere at the time and don't realise it's the bird, it sounds like someone is breaking in). We haven't worked out whether he thinks his reflection is another bird encroaching on his territory and he's attacking, or if he reckons it's a potential partner and he's trying to get to her and regale her with his best chat up lines. Maybe he's just thinking ohmigod it's cold out here and that room looks cosy.
More (brightly coloured) birds.
Our street has a central median strip along which gum trees are planted. Big beautiful gum trees that drop branches on our cars in gale force winds. At the other end of the street from our place is a park with children's playground etc, and lots more gum trees. As inner-city Melbourne is over-represented in European trees compared with other Australian cities (lots of oaks, elms, planes etc), our street is a haven for native birds. (This is a good thing on the whole, I hasten to add). We have the biggest, noisiest flock of lorikeets and ... they have taken up residence in the tree directly outside our house. They squawk and squabble all day long, to the point where if I'm on the phone and I venture outside, the person on the other end can't hear me. The lorikeets also like to swoop, en masse, squawking at the tops of their voices all the while, on their way up to the park, at approximately one foot above head-level.
Have I mentioned the bats?
The Botanic Gardens used to be the main residence for Melbourne's fruitbat/flying fox population. That is until they increased in such numbers that they began to severely decimate the trees. Beyond rejuvenation. So the gardeners began a campaign, which went on for a couple of years, to relocate these thousands of bats. They tried taking them to other locations but the bats kept returning. Then they began making lots of noise (the staff, this is) during the day when the bats were sleeping, in the hope that said creatures would find a quieter, more amenable place to live. So one would go to the Botanic Gardens with a picnic rug for a leisurely lunch/nap/read and find bands of staff roaming about bashing saucepans and metal dustbin lids, blowing horns and whistles. (I realise this sounds ridiculous, but it's true. Other Melbourne bloggers may like to back me up here ...)
Anyway eventually the bats were rehoused and they now live in several smaller, less damaging, colonies evenly dispersed around Melbourne. Yep. One of those colonies appears to be in the tree directly outside our house. The same tree as the lorikeets. So now, every evening when the bats wake up and begin to groom, fly about and do whatever it is bats do when night falls, they indulge in a huge screaming match with the lorikeets who are at this time, returning to 'their' tree to retire for the evening. The shenanigans go on for about an hour, EVERY NIGHT. My children moan and put their heads under their pillows, complaining they can't get to sleep.
... and possums.
The other night a possum, looking for a new place to make a nest, thought, hmmmm, that tree directly outside the Soup residence looks a mighty fine place for a nest.
Gentle readers, I cannot begin to describe to you the racket that ensued.
I think it's time to move to the country for some peace and quiet.