Outside our bedroom is a tree and the canopy is level with our window. At about 4:30 in the morning the birds star to sing. Well more like chirping and quacking (and pooping over everything in a three foot radius)than any sort of singing – it almost sounds like the grackles back home but not quite. This goes on and on and on until abut 5:30 and then it suddenly stops and they fly away. During the rest of the year there is a respite but for right now the birds enjoy themselves tremendously and we get our own early morning wake-up calls.