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This is just one of the very few things I enjoy during spring and summer times.
The melodic chirping of those tiny little brown birds that hang around our windows.
They speak a language that humans will never understand. There are no ABCs, no tones to follow, and no phonetics can explain the wander of whatever sound these creatures make.
They simply sit down comfortably and start a conversation which will remain to human aural understanding.
I peeped out of my window and there were these two super-sense sensitive lovely chatty birds and I said hello to them-they just looked back at me and started flapping their tiny wings.
They don’t trust me. Or maybe, it’s their instinct that told them they should leave.
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