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.
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Hahhhaaa! I love the same things. The birds make a much better alarm clock. The trees oh so sweet and now I have water. :) LOVE LOVE LOVE!
I have a sparrow’s nest with 5 little blue eggs. Waiting for them to hatch.
What out for their mama, Chyrl! :)
Dan calls the birds that wake him up too early in the morning, “mad birds”. He envisions them screaming with frowned eyebrows.
This is hilarious! Last night when you were feeling water on you…I was thinking that maybe it was the gossiping mamas spitting on you:)