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It sounds like a bird orgy in my neighborhood lately.  We've been leaving the windows open, since, you know, it's been like 75 degrees each night, and I start to wake up about 4, with the little chirp-chirp-chirp sounds breaking through my semi-conscious state.  It sounds like a loud mess, all these little songs banging into one another and pouring through my open screens, but then I start to pick out individual songs, and I wonder if morning time is like a giant dinner party for them?  It's certainly a better mental image than the orgy.