Bird O'Clock

Our bedroom in Charlottesville was on the second floor, and level with our bedroom window was the tree which apparently served as the hip coffeeshop for all the neighborhood birds. Between 4 and 5 in the morning, they'd start their gossiping, and it sounded like they were in the room with us. I'd begrudgingly close the window to get another hour or so of sleep, cursing those birds for robbing me of a) sleep and b) a refreshing breeze.

We called that time "bird o'clock."

Now our bedroom is on the first floor, but there are still trees nearby, and shrubbery that goes right up to our front window - basically, right on the other side of the wall from our bed. This morning bird o'clock occurred sometime around 7:15. Thanks for sleeping in on the weekend, guys.