Know what I L O V E ? ? ?
The sound of singing birds before the sun even comes up. In the trees just outside my window on early mornings – the song, o-so-pretty. I get all squishy-happy and cartoon-princess-romantic about it.
Know what I hate?
The mama birds gossipping about me, swooping dangerously close to me in menacing fashion, and screaming at me from the fence when I am out gardening in the afternoon.