Won't You Be My Neighbor

Today, I had my first neighborly conflict in my new place. For me, it was a day recognized in the work world as something called a Day Off. This means I had absolutely no intention of getting out of bed before 9 a.m. Unfortunately, promptly at 5:45 this morning, right outside my window, Foghorn Leghorn up in the trees decided to start singing Miley Cyrus (Though I don't speak bird, I can only assume because the two sounded so similar) I groggily stumbled into the kitchen, reached into the fridge and pulled out the packages of chicken and turkey and placed them on the windowsill. I think he got the point because he immediately fell silent