I'm only half joking when I say that this little bugger is driving me insane!
I have what I'm 99% sure is a robin roosting in the tree right outside my bedroom window. He tweets most of the day, seemingly has a rest as it gets dark, and then resumes with renewed vigour throughout the early hours of the morning every single night - he's just started back up a few minutes ago as I type this.
I live at the end of a short path, set back from the road in a quiet residential estate. There is a street light illuminating the path which is situated just past my house (literally 15 feet) and I'm pretty sure this light tricks him into thinking dawn is coming....all night long.
As I generally sleep with my window open it's pretty bloody loud to the extent that even earplugs don't fully block out his tweeting.
I generally love animals but I'm starting to entertain Elmer Fuddish thoughts about ending this little fucker.