Avian Delights

For many years now, I have found myself jaded to the pleasure of waking to the cries of birds in the morning. Their seemingly raucous calls have served only to annoy one so ill-rested as myself.

They other morning, however, and every morning since, I have been listening to their chorus of warbles, chirps and clucks with marvel and intense enjoyment. So alive these flighted creatures seem--simply brimming with vivacious exuberance--and the beauty and complexity of their diverse songs combine to become melodies, and have ceased in my mind to be in any way cacophonous. I feel like some medieval poet, who is always harping on about bird-songs; nonetheless, I cannot help but feel a little prick of joy to hear them carry on so pleasantly with one another.