It was a Cardinal that woke me up. Singing in the canopy in the distance. No wait, that’s not it. You can’t hear the outside with the patio door is closed. So why on earth was I out of bed so early?
Highly nonstandard.
The bedroom was dark when I threw off the sheet. I fumbled for glasses and slipped into shorts and pulled a maple leaf teeshirt over the dishevel. Thusly configured, I opened the patio door to let in the early morning air.
It was at this point that birdsong surrounded me. There was a Cardinal singing in the distance. And there was a noisy Wren somewhere nearby. And before long there were Chickadees chattering in the dawning light.
“Morning, baby,” Trudy said as she wandered into the kitchen.
Despite my best efforts, I had not been sufficiently quiet in the making of the coffee.