If you live in New York City, you know that this morning is a beautiful morning. Crystal blue skies, sans clouds, crisp cool air that doesn't yet require a jacket.
I would go on about the singing birds but I don't actually like them. They start chirping just before sunset, waking me up. I mean I like nice weather but it's not like I have to till the fields or feed the chickens. I mean, I can wait until the sun rises to enjoy what the day has to offer.
But I guess all male birds feel the need to announce the oncoming day, one way or another be it singing or cock-a-doodling.
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