It was the birds.

Getting up for my morning walk with Kacey today was pretty easy. Usually I’m a zombie, shuffling out the front door, silently cursing the fact that I have to get up at all because I could easily get by with ten hours of sleep a night. I’m a good sleeper, like an Olympic caliber sleeper. But there was no cursing this morning because I was already up when my alarm went off at 6:30am. I’d been up since 6:00. It was the birds. The frackin’ birds going frackin’ nutso outside my frackin' window at the break of dawn (pardon my Battlestar Galactica French). For a split second I thought perhaps I’d been magically plopped down the Denver Zoo bird house, or maybe transported to the deepest, darkest corner of the Amazon. The sound was unreal. There was a mockingbird doing a spot on impression of the LG default ring. Ah, Spring. Walking down Gardner a sparrow flew right for me, buzzed so close to my ear that I get goosebumps even thinking about it. Hey, I’m walkin’ here! They’re crazy. Those birds are crazy. Be careful out there, you might want to bring some protection.



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