My garden (apart from the grass) is thriving, despite the drought. Evidently it’s almost all native plants, which survive fine even with a lack of water. Indeed, one of the hedges has grown so much I had to trim it back so I can see into the mailbox without bumping my head on it.
But a consequence of the garden doing so well is that the native birdlife loves it. Not that this is a bad thing — I like having the birds around… as long as they keep away from my car.
Not knowing much about birds, I don’t know what type they are, other than that they’re damn noisy, especially first thing in the morning.
They’ll be chirping away merrily (in various avian languages) as the sun comes up, unaware (or perhaps just not caring) that I’m half-awake muttering at them to shut up so I can get some more sleep.