They lived in the vent in our bathroom. Chirped the moment the sun came up, reminding us it was morning. Sang to me all day, a happy working song. These were my bird friends.
Today I woke up and they were gone. Needless to say, this hasn't been my favorite day I've lived.
Maybe my husbands empty threats to drive them away weren't pacifist enough for them. Or because the bread crumbs I poked into their home were not organic. Or maybe the songs I was singing them were too pop, not enough folk.
Hipster birds. sheesh. I dont understand them.
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