Listen here (and enjoy a somewhat harsh critique of the White-crowned Sparrow repertoire). They sing from rooftops, treetops and telephone pole tops. They're always there. Just look up.
I have started wondering why they're still singing. They, at least some, have already produced a brood. Mission Accomplished. Maybe that's what they're singing about.
For the past several days there has been a fledged brood of three, along with a parent (Momma?) bustling about in my garden shrubbery. I can hear them scratching and chipping and every so often they pop out, as seen above. Then they disappear again. I decided to use a sneaky human trick. I pished.
Such is the power of pishing. I then felt a tad bad about having pished. There was really no need to agitate a bird family. But that's the thing about pishing. Knowing its power, sometimes you just pish, to see what will happen.
I might feel worse if they didn't wake me up at 4:30 AM.