It's funny when you turn on the radio, or hit shuffle all, or walk into someplace that pipes music... and the soundtrack to your life starts playing. Makes you feel like someone's watching. Aliens; God; Marley... what's the difference?
I don't mind birdsong much. There is one instance that I dread it, however. I usually stay up pretty late. But sometimes, I stay up too late. I stay up until the birds start singing.
That's when I know.... I fucked up.
That's the point of no return. The point where I will be better off pulling a hard-mode phase-change, because if I try to sleep now, there is no way my foggy arse is making it out of bed in three hours.
Where I am, right now, during spring and summer; the birds can't start singing, because it never ends. The night shift is in full swing now. I hear things like geese and ducks right now. Not the yappy quack-quack-quack kind of ducks though. This sound is quite peaceful but every now and again I'll hear something splash. Probably one of those damn sasquatches again.