The four a.m. bird trills its two-tone note; I wish it would find a new tree, and let me sleep. And now the pretend-cuckoo, the kookaburra, and the raucous cockatoo in their dawn cacophony. I have been awake for hours. I still miss the blackbird, the speckled thrush, the winter robin and the naughty... Sign in to see full entry.