I woke up at 4:30 this morning, because it was raining and I had to cover the convertible. I didn't mind since this is the time I'd rather get up and get the day started.
The bonus came about a half hour later, when the rain had stopped and I walked to the 7-11 for a cup of coffee. I rerouted myself as soon as I felt the damp and promising post-rain freshness of the morning. After night has passed and before dawn has sprung is, the poets say, the womb of the day.
And the birds were singing on Green St., the long whistlers, the thunkers and the assortment of twittlers were going at it, each talking to their friends in the open air party line they inhabit.
I enjoyed the way it started off as a cacophony, before my ears honed in on the individual conversation. From the gross perspective it sounded like the roar in a stadium. But as the sounds each started standing out on their own, it became more like a series of conversations. Some were one on one, some were an ensemble and yes, there were several monologists.
Maybe I should headline this piece to be like a Wired News article: Birds - The First Bloggers?
So I made it to the caffeine station eventually, passing across several blocks where there didn't seem as many birds carrying on. This was confirmed on the way back. Once I got to my street, there they were again, the swistlers, the thunk-thunkers and the morse code chorus.
A great way to start the day on Green Street.
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