
we humans translate these essentially Tarzan-like territorial barks into a musical treat. Were we to do the same in our particular idiom the police would be swiftly summoned to the door! For some reason Mother Nature has wired our brains to take delight from birdsong. My own theory is that it's a dinner bell. As hunter gatherers we surely "enjoyed" knowing who's advertising themselves as tasty meals. We "like" birds, ruminants, and so on, all potential meals, and "don't like" (or are spooked by) the sounds of competitors and predators: dogs (i.e. wolves), monkeys, etc. Fortunately, I can still enjoy a Titmouse territory song without contemplating a grilled Titmouse sandwich for lunch. And so my wake up time is a veritable delight. The birds may be warning off rivals or charming mates, but for me it's the sweetest of classical music.
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