I’m going to complain, briefly.
The past several mornings, I’ve been blessed by wildlife, to wit:
At 5:45 a.m. <insert Yosemite Sam language here>
Flickers are pretty birds, and if mine would refrain from pecking at my furnace vent (seriously-for a week or so, off and on), I’d appreciate it more.
Ah, well, you can’t always appreciate nature from a distance. And I’ll undoubtedly survive.