Slices of Life

By: Jill Pertler

The birds outside my bedroom window go crazy every morning. I love it.

They wake up – sometimes one by one, other times as groups - all with something to say, something to contribute. Perhaps they are calling out to friends or family; perhaps they are marking their territory or chasing squirrels from their nest; perhaps they simply like to hear themselves sing. It doesn’t matter to me. I just like the music – and or – noise they make.

Because when they all chirp and tweet and whistle and trill and screech and caw and and hoot and peck and squawk it often doesn’t sound much lik...