Domestic Oblivion

It’s A Bird. It’s A Plane. No Wait…..

There is some bird that hangs out behind my house in the morning, and it sings a lot.  This wouldn’t really register, except for the fact that this one bird sounds exactly like my phone.  At least twice every morning I get half way to the phone before I realize it’s that bird, singing happily in the wetlands.

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