I have what seems like a bazillion birds in a ficus tree in my yard. My morning prayers are whispered under that tree when it finally cools down enough to start the day outside. Those birds are sometimes so loud they startle me into losing my place in my prayers! I talk to them quite often. There I sit, under the ficus, prayer book in hand, talking to the birds. Thanks be to God!
Living in the middle of a nature preserve has caused me to have the same dread of the morning chorus. I much prefer your new response to it than to my own: suffocating under a pillow and blankets.
I have what seems like a bazillion birds in a ficus tree in my yard. My morning prayers are whispered under that tree when it finally cools down enough to start the day outside. Those birds are sometimes so loud they startle me into losing my place in my prayers! I talk to them quite often. There I sit, under the ficus, prayer book in hand, talking to the birds. Thanks be to God!
Living in the middle of a nature preserve has caused me to have the same dread of the morning chorus. I much prefer your new response to it than to my own: suffocating under a pillow and blankets.