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05/02/2007: "Nature's Wake Up Call"
4:30 in the morning is an awful time to wake up, especially when you don't have to be anywhere or do anything that requires you to get up that early. But tell that to my little red breasted feathery friend who thinks that 4:30 in the morning is the greatest time of the day and that everyone should know it. I'm laying in bed trying to sleep while he's outside singing his little heart out, happy as can be that the new day is here and that he and his family are alive and well.
I know he has a family because I've seen him and his mate carrying worms to them in the shrub across the street. They've decided that the worms in my yard are the best in the neighborhood and that they are going to raise their young on them. That's cool. Thank you for choosing my fine cuisine. I know you want to pay me back for providing this nourishment for you and your family, but you don't have to do it at 4:30 in the morning.
Is he around when the sun goes down each evening? No, he's not. Why not sing to me then. I'd be much more appreciative at that time. I know that you like to sing to the sunset. Maybe he's singing to someone else then. I don't know. I just know that my yard is where he's chosen to sing in the morning, and I'm just going to have to live with it.
It sure is a pretty song though.
