One of the things I've been meaning to mention about Houston is that all day long songbirds serenade you. I don't mean that in the morning there is a chorus of small birds screaming at each other. What I mean is that all day long, (and two nights ago, all night as well) virtuoso songbirds run through an entire repertoire of melodies individually or in concert. Sometimes, usually in the early morning or evening cicadas accompany these multi-varied pieces with a solid, rhythmic drone.
If it wasn't for the omnipresent mosquitos that have evolved the ability to disregard mosquito repellent I would spend most of my days in a deckchair, with golden sunlight filtered through green leaves, serenaded by these birds.
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