Earlier, large amounts of bird noise was coming through the window. It occurred to me that either they’re calling out to each other in hopes of one last good night before the snow hits, or they’re exclaiming their mutual distaste for the downturn in temperature. I can imagine husbands screaming at wives to pack faster, we have to get out of here NOW, dangit. Kind of lessens the beauty of their melodies.
Then I thought that maybe a similar chorus is going on in my house right now as my parents pile together enough stuff to last them through 24 hrs+ of road tripping over the rest of the week. It makes the birds sound tame.
I love my family, but I like getting to pack in peace.
Speaking of which, I’m off to go clean my nest and pack. Woot.
(photo by Kolleggerium)