This morning as the sun rose, a million birds outside my window burst into beautiful song. As I laid there, serenaded by these melodious tunes, I thought about how this early-morning experience of Spring could be even more special - the city could allow shotguns as snooze alarms.
Perhaps "burst into song" isn't the most accurate phrase. It's not like there was a sudden joyous chorus of song, followed several small muffled explosions, a shower of feathers, then blessed silence.
It was more like an army of birds silently gathered at my open window, then repeatedly yelled a harmonious "SURPRISE!" until I got up.
To get even, I stood by open windows and cooked eggs ....