They probably assembled for reveille in Bowditch Point Park but they sounded as if they were inside my bedroom. I pulled a pillow over my head but it couldn’t block the noise. Eventually the birds stopped, confident I’m sure that they had woken every sleeping soul from Bonita Springs to North Captiva Island. I tried to get back to sleep. For a few minutes I dozed fitfully. Then my eyes popped open of their own accord. I continued tossing and turning for the next hour and finally gave up the effort. I padded into the kitchen and found Bridgy at the table, sipping freshly brewed coffee. She was never a cheerful riser and I could only imagine getting up this early would intensify her sense of cranky. I was hesitant but decided to risk inquiring. “The birds?” She nodded and pointed to the empty cup waiting for me next to the coffeepot. I poured my coffee, added a drop of milk and sat down. After a few healing swallows, I ventured, “I guess it will do us good to get an early start.
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