I woke up this morning and realized I don’t have birds chirping anymore. It isn’t just because of the changing weather it is because I have no trees. I have an occasional bird chirp, but not the conversations of those birds I use to hear when I lived in my old place which was surrounded by trees. Now I live close to the water. I hear more chatter from the pigeons and seagulls. Even they aren’t overly loud. I thought I wrote about this once before but I couldn’t find anything in my blog history.

It is a very big notable difference to where I live now to where I was for over 20 years. I just have no trees by me. No trees no bird flocks and no sounds. I use to even hear woodpeckers all the time.

See, no trees. I don’t miss the birds chirping at 4am waking me up but sometimes I miss that huge tree I gazed out my living room window watching the animal activity. I don’t have that by the water. No squirrels jumping from branch to branch. No birds hoping along. No rare glances of the black squirrel I found intriguing. They were fun to watch too. Once in a while we get a little visitor but that’s about the best of it.

No more birds chirping at 4am. Life is much quieter by the water. I wouldn’t change a thing, I love, love, love where I am. It was just an observation I thought about when I was up at 4am this morning.