Shotgun, anyone?

I was always under the impression that birds began to sing as the sun was about to appear on the horizon. Their cheerful chorus would begin a person's day on a happy, upbeat note and give him energy to face the world in a positive manner. Fool romanticism I say now!

We sleep with the windows open rather than depend on the air conditioner. This has never been a problem before we moved here. There is a large oak tree right outside our bedroom window and it seems to attract the particularily obnoxious early risers in the avian world. The stupid things are singing before 3 a.m. some mornings and sound like they're sitting on the window ledge! I find myself thinking longingly of Elmer Fudd with a shotgun in hand saying "I'm going to bwast you, you varmint!"