'It's 4 am,' I blearily note as I glance at my bedside clock.

I ponder why I am suddenly awake for all of two seconds before realizing that that line of thinking is not really worth the brain power and slide further into my warm, comfy duvet.

As I get comfortable and prepare for re-entry into Planet Dreamo, my ears pick of on some loud and rather obnoxious chirping going on outside my room. 'So that's why I'm awake.'

I spent a good 30 minutes trying - unsuccessfully for the most part - to tune the damn birds out before I finally managed to slip into sleep.

These birds weren't your normal chirpy birds. Oh, no! These birds, I'm pretty sure, were the main vocalists in the Bird Choir From Hell. They were so loud and their tunes were so musically-inclined (in a high-pitched bird-song way) that at one point in time, I actually got up out of my fantastically warm bed to take a gander out of my window and over at my neighbour's to make sure that it wasn't some drunk guy whistling (I was even prepared to give a spectacular yelling if it really turned out to be a person).

But no, it wasn't a person. It was a bunch of fucking birds singing for all they were worth in the tree right outside my room... at four in the fucking morning! The world shouldn't even fucking exist that early in the day.

Birdkind, however, did redeem themselves by providing me with afternoon entertainment. Ever seen two birds fight? Interesting (and odd) shit. Occupied me for a whole ten minutes before they flew out of sight. I don't really know if it was a fight or not but it certainly looked that way (if I thought birds had sex, I'd think that instead but I don't think birds have sex).

Let me see if I can describe it. Kind of like: there were two birds sort of 'hugging' each other (sans the arms/wings since they had to use their wings to fly). So their bodies were constantly pushed up against one another. Think of when two testosterone-driven males in movies are prepping for a bar brawl and they sort of meet chest-to-chest? Yeah, like that.

So their little bodies were constantly pushed up against one another. For the most part they were on a solid surface like a tree or fence or yard though sometimes they would start flapping their little wings and take of for a few seconds and end up doing a little twirly dance in the air (still bumping up against one another) and they were making an awful racket too (which was what caught my attention in the first place).

But yeah, if you saw a pair of birds twirling around like that, you'd think they were fighting too. Or, if you think birds have sex, you might think they were doing the dirty. Whatever.