Birds

This morning I was awoken by a twittering of birds from without the window. It would seem they are building a nest above the drain-pipe, and through the diligence of their labors must produce the most profound racket. The creatures are not even pretty. While I did rejoice in the consideration that I will be vacating this residence upon the commencement of June the eighteenth, I mourn now in the knowledge that I must return in some months and by then there will be more than two little birds who will wake me with their wretched warbles.