I bet the beds are comfortable on mars

Dear birds that live in the vent above my bedroom window,

Please, stop shaking dust off of your feathered coats. You don't realize that I hear every movement and conversation you guys have. I don't care if the kids don't sleep during the day. I also don't care if they don't sleep at night. Just stop being so loud about it. I hope you know that I can hear when you try to sneak other birds into your nest, moma bird. That's right, while your husband is out looking for food and the children are finally put down to sleep, I hear his claws, perched on the pecked out wire you guys call your front door. Please, find it in the kindness of your little 460 beats per minute heart.

Sincerely, the person who lives below you.

p.s. Also, please stop doing your business off the side of your front door. When it's windy, all of it hits my window and I have to clean it the next day. Thank you.