Morning call

There is a blue tit in my neighbourhood who has sussed my balcony makes a great echo chamber. Some mornings he comes and sits on the ledge and sings his heart out - knowing that he is sitting in a natural amplifier and that his song will travel two to three times further than the competition's. He sits there looking so cocky because of this. I can just see him from the corner of my bed. What a fine way to be woken in the morning.