One of the houses near the sewer in which I live has some type of talking bird. I don’t know if it’s a mynah, a crow, or some breed of parrot. In any case, it’s driving me crazy. Over and over it says the same thing:
“Rounding the turn!”
“Rounding the turn!”
“Rounding the turn!”
That’s one reason why I like dogs best — they don’t talk.
