In the spring the birds are outside my bedroom windows nesting. Bluebirds, robins, and other birds.
In the summer I sleep with my windows open. I wake up on weekend mornings to a zillion chirps, particularly in July, August and early September. Why? Because those bastards are eating my blueberries, raspberries, and grapes that I grow for a few lady friends of mine. Then I find pink and white bird shit everywhere including on my car.
Birds are cool. Until they're not.