  Ah nature...such a compelling part of the great tapestry of the world.&nbsp; Take the lilting music of the birds, for example.&nbsp; The carefree songs of birds conversing and celebrating the day in the expansive skies and &nbsp;from the rooftops and treetops (including the plum tree just outside my bedroom window) of the city...it's a wondrous, joyous celebration of life and a delightful soundtrack to our earthbound, workaday existence.
Unless... Unless it's 5:30 in the morning and you're trying to steal another hour or so of precious sleep before shambling into a new day (and, not being a "morning person", it takes a strong cup of tea, a shower, and a hour or so to make the transition from grumpy bear to almost&nbsp;amenable human being)...then those chipper, pre-dawn bird songs are just an annoying cacophony that seems to cut through the thickest pillow and make a beeline to one's nerves. Or maybe it's just me. 
