the birds

So my apartment is on the 3rd floor and it faces a street lined with alarm-happy cars (a whole 'nother post). There's a tree that's directly in front of my balcony - I could probably climb into it and escape if the fire alarms are ever indicative of a real fire (again, a whole 'nother post). There are these cute little birds that love to sit in this tree, directly in front of my balcony. Cute, sure. Annoying as shit? Absolutely.

It's not that they're chirping or singing about the fact that they're birds and get to sit in the tree all day long. It's that they sound like they've got Tourette's. And it's not just every few seconds, it's like entire chunks of time screaming at the top of their little birdie lungs. I'm not really a violent person, but OMG these birds are driving me stark raving mad. Seriously, I've resorted to sliding open the doors and raging out onto the balcony waving my arms and screaming like a lunatic to get a few minutes of peace.

And as I'm writing this, one has come back and is screaming to his pals to come back. Little shits.