A couple mornings ago, as I was getting ready for my workday, I heard a rather smallish flock of birds merrily chirping away. The crescendo enveloped the air, then decreased, then built up again. This continued for a good five minutes as I looked out each window and the patio door, hoping to catch the happy songbirds. One of my dogs even looked at me cockeyed with a tilted head. He wondered, too, where those birds were. My last checkpoint was the bathroom window. “Oh, yeah, I thought, “We left it open overnight. Those birds are below the window.”
As I walked into the bathroom to peek out the window, I saw my cell phone on the countertop, lit up and “alarm” glowing on the screen. I then remembered that I reset the audio part of my alarm to “Birdsong” the night before. Virtual birdsong. No real birds outside.