There's this little old man from the Senior Center across the street who occupies the bench outside my window most mornings around daybreak and feeds peanuts from his pocket to the local murder of crows.
This morning, I took him a fresh cup of coffee and tried to explain to him in the nicest way possible that his morning ritual, while undeniably adorable, was starting to cost me precious sleep.
Me: "So uh.... Steven... you know that's my window... yeah - that open one right there. You know that your birds wake me up just about every morning, don't you?"
Him: "I know. It must be so wonderful for you. You're welcome."