…reminds me of myself.
- Awake at the ungodly hour of four to five ante meridiem
- Singing for a mate that will never come
Or he thinks he is a rooster and is trying to wake everyone up!
I am switching sides, like my cousin, Tisa, who always wanted to kill the birds for singing. I love birdsong, but when the song is the only thing you hear in the early morning and the song is repetitive, it really gets to me.
Please be advised that this picture was taken from my front door. The bird is located at the top of the antenna of my parent’s house, next door.
Sorry, Mr. Bird. Had to close the window today.