Confession: I shut the window on a bird

Ok, before you get your feathers all ruffled, no birds were harmed in this confession.

I got up early this morning to work, made myself a cup of coffee, sat down at the computer, and admired the last of the cool breeze floating in before the humidity arrived. Before long, I noticed the birds starting to chirp, and I appreciated someone else being awake so early. And then it happened; I little bird with large lungs, a big attitude, and a chip on its shoulder landed right outside the window. He wasn’t blessed with the gift of song, as much as a high pitched scream-like chirp that resembled a two year old’s tantrum. Before long, I couldn’t concentrate and began wondering how long a bird can hold its breath to chirp like that. I secretly wished it would pass out. It didn’t, so I had to shut the window. He abruptly stopped his screeching as soon as he suspected his unwitting audience was gone.

photo credit: PedalFreak