Chirps

Most mornings I wake up to chirping birds. Even in the winter, in a snow storm, they chirp. This morning the chirps sounded like words. One bird was chirping "giddy up" while his friend was chirping "idiot". The sounds they were making were words repeated over and over again. In between were just singing chirps from other birds. There must have been five or six different tones all singing away. It was a symphony of sounds.