In the summer months, a male mockingbird makes its home in a tree outside our bedroom window. Its mating calls are incredibly loud, and range from ornate melodies to mimicked car alarms and what I swear is an imitation of the Latin music that blares from passing car windows.
The bugger's nocturnal routines can definitely disrupt a good night's sleep, but I've come to appreciate my nesting neighbor. This lyre bird, though, is in another league altogether. Pay attention around the 2:30 mark for what is possibly the most tragic but awe-inspiring thing I've seen or heard in a while.