Me: I'm so tired this morning.
Me: This crazy bird was singing outside my window. ALL. NIGHT. LONG. I thought birds needed to be quiet at night so cats and raccoons wouldn't find their nests. He NEVER stopped singing.
Zoe: He must have found his true love, and wanted to sing about it.
I now feel completely guilty for having homicidal (bird-o-cidal?) thoughts about that bird.