Happy, contented sigh...
KE-RASH! BOOM! BANG!
Suddenly the sound of chainsaws rip through the birdsong! The smell of burnt petrol and diesel fumes permeate the trees.
Needless to say, the birds disappear.
Why?
Cus at 730 AM this Monday morning, this monstrosity and it's obligatory noise and crew showed up behind the house:
Must.
Flee.
To.
The.
Hills!