A Murder of Crows
I love crows. Really. And now, there are a zillion of them here, and they're having debates and Crow Conversations at 4:30 am. As the sun comes up, they discourse. I think they're talking about lack of rain or Solar Flares. Or food. It's just Crow Talk.
I really wish I could join them: I wish I had a black coat with long tails that flapped like theirs. And I wish I could hang out with them in the predawn light, hopping around and shouting, loudly discussing events of the day. That and letting my black coat blow wildly when the wind is high.