One of the few benefits of chronic insomnia is that I am often up with the birds…literally.
McMillian reservoir was built by the Army Corps of engineers at least 120 years ago and now, in addition to holding a lot of DC’s water, it’s home to a huge flock of non-migrating Canadian geese. The past couple of times I’ve gotten out of bed (rather than lie there in the dark trying to be quiet as I stare at the ceiling) I’ve gotten to hear them, quiet honks filling the morning air, going both ways in what must be either regular flight practice or a short hop to somewhere with better feeding.
And there was a pretty little finch of some sort, yellow with black wings, that saw fit to serenade the world around dawn in the tree just outside my window. Kind of nice, that.