I’m sitting on my bed reading. I have the curtains slightly open and windows as well; the latter so I can get fresh air. Maybe you can see that the tops of trees are just outside my fourth floor window. Because of this proximity, I can hear birds cooing and chirping. One of them must have perched on the laundry rail outside the window because it’s squawking was so close and loud that it had the effect of a shotgun blast. It spurred me to make this blog entry.
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