Bird:30 AM was about 6:30 am this morning. The sun begins to glow in the East, the chill across the grass begins to mist, and the birds begin to gather from their night-time branchs. They gather in murders. Huge numbers alight on fence and powerline, and all of them begin to chirp to one another. The chirping is soon a deafening roar of high pitched yelling as each of the flock members fight to be heard.
Then they descend, a turmoil of atmospheric pressure.
It's one of Eddie's favorite moments.
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