You have already struck with your birds.

by Piu-Piu
ha ha!
Didn’t you cry at night in your yard?
The White Nights!
White nights and northern windows

I have under the window on the tree a natural perverted bird flooding at midnight (until 4 in the morning somewhere), on all, scuco, voices. And if under the monotonous piu-piu I could still fall asleep, then this feathered creator does not give any chances, even the signals of the machines imitates. A loud laughing, hang out in the lookout.