When i leave the house in the morning, i'm usually greeted by a passel of songbirds.
These little balls of fluff are no bigger than a walnut, but they have an amazing array of songs. In the space of a dozen paces, i hear a dozen melodious phrases. Since there are many types of birds, which elude my rhino eyes, it sounds like the trees are singing all around me. The overlapping trills sound like something Aphex Twin might have created, if his genius extends that far.
I'm not cynical about songbirds.
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