“Goood morning Harriet. Check out that sunrise over there. Isn’t it beautiful?”
“Absolutely breathtaking George. Look how the light begins to show. I bet it’s going to be a great day. Ahhhh, such peace and quiet.”
“Well it WAS until Frank over there starting pecking into that tree! Geesh, does he haaave to sound like a jackhammer every morning??”
“Honey, that’s how he eats. You don’t want him to starve do you?”
“Well my dear, have you seen him lately?? He could stand to miss a grub or two. I just wish he could be more quiet.”
“I understand. That’s just now how he’s made though. Come. Speaking of breakfast, let’s go fly down to that patch down there. I thiiiink I see some movement in the grass…”
“Oooh, I spy with my little eye a worm! Race you to it!”
And thus the day in the life of birds begins…
cool! this is exactly what I imagine birds sounding like in the morning! TWEET TWEET!