So we’re leaving Dublin today.  I’ve had the pleasure of sharing my Dublin space with the lovely Dominique and Bryonna, our lone window faces the back of the buildings surrounding the hotel. At first glance I didn’t think much of the view, but it didn’t take long for the real entertainment to show itself. Dublin is a city of birds, and our view has a beautiful peek into what has to be a bustling birdie neighborhood. As writers, we’ve of course been watching the narrative playing out amongst them and we’ve each got our favorites. As weary as I am of the city and ready to get back to Armagh, I will miss the Dublin birds. Just this morning we personified the shrieking call of one of the birds outside our window this morning.

Bird: AYEEEEE-AYEEEEE

Me:  Haha! That sounds kind of human. Tell me that’s not a drunk somebody in the club?

Bryonna: AYEEEE- This is my jam! Turn it up!

Me: AYEEEEE girl, turn it up.

We’ve also identified which ones are going steady and found all the little apartments and hiding places they call home. I will miss the birds. Armagh is full of dogs. I didn’t realize I had an issue with the noise of dogs until I woke up cursing one for it’s low fifteen-minute bark barrage. Even now, the birds of our little inlet are cawing and squawking and trilling away and I have no problem. It’s a music I’m learning the rhythm of and for that I am grateful and nostalgic.