one joy of summer is being able to leave the window a little open it means that I hear the first sleepy call from a rather grumpy bird which was wakened to early.

As it has a little moan about being up so early the early bird begins a happy trill and I smile remembering the times I would bounce into the office with a cheery "What a lovely morning" at 0600 hrs to be met with groans and grumbles.

As I lie there in the happy space between dreams and reality the other birds begin to waken each adding its own greeting to the morning the song burgeoning in a great uprising of hope for the new day.