Sometimes I wake up grumpy - Words of Joy
Little fellows like this have been rudely interrupting my beauty sleep of late. A dawn chorus of cheerful cheeping. A morning song rejoicing in the sheer joy of being alive. An intrusion for an insomniac mind and body already depleted and bone-weary. Who wants to be disturbed when a body just aches to stay in slumber? Who wants to keep windows open to the sound, even when sleep and menopause-flushed enough to crave air? Well, I didn’t really greet my little warblers nesting in the eaves with joy. Until…. One fell from the nest. Landed in our garden. Was cold