This is the scene through the square window this morning, playmates - blue skies, sun, and a brisk, envigorating breeze making the buddleia wave to me. It's nothing new for me to be up with the lark, as the saying goes, but the birds assailing my ears just now were far less poetic. Their rusty cawing sets my teeth on edge and makes me want to rush to the WD40 to oil their vocal chords.
rooks raucous voices
shatter early morning calm
disturbing sunshine
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