HIgh-pitched chattering beckons through the thick glass panes in the bedroom.
Will this be a new alarm clock?
“Whoosh, whoosh,” followed by a trio of chirps, echoes from the lining of the chimney.
Will they enter the house uninvited?
And then, their worst offense yet…
Unimpressive white stipple dots the driver’s seat of her unfortunate car with the window down.
Why couldn’t they hold it?
In spring, the birds are free.
Will there be an end to their antics?