I was just leaning out of the window (like you do at this unearthly hour of the morning) and listening to the rain splishing down onto the roof.....
When I thought - I'd hate to be a bird....
Stuck in a nest...With no cover..
In this horrid rain...
Yet when I wake up they are always talking..
"Cheep! cheep! cheep!" - what have they got to be so happy about?
I know I wouldn't be if I was a wee bird wet in a tree!
Maybe they need to be chased a bit more often by cats like meeeeow!?
Purrrrfect don't you think?