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I need to rearrange my birds. The screaming birds go off around 3-4 in the AM, all screaming like high-pitched car alarms (or I should say car alarms scream as they do). Only when I get up between 5-7 do the soft coos of the doves float through the windows. See, if the cooing (eh, you cooing my boid? You cooin my boid?) were taking place lulling me back into sleep it would be cool - and the screaming when it was time to get up anyway would just fill me full of the joy of adventure in the beginning of the day. Instead, I have the drunken crew arriving home yelling after last call - fucking ghetto birds in my neighborhood.