They know something I don’t,
these early morning birds,
chirping among rays of gold
and budding leaves.
They know it without knowing it,
likes trees and grass know growth
like wings know air,
like spring knows warmth.
These birds without a name,
unseen but heard,
the heralds of another day,
they are wiser than me—
they don’t try to sing;
they simply are.
Spring Morning Original Painting Art by Sascalia ( Birds in a tree)
boy with a hat 
How lovely. I love the early morning birdsong. Do you find that birds chirp more when the sun is out?
I would say say. Yesterday it was sunny and they chirped more than today. But it’s also windy, so maybe it’s that?
Perhaps so. I have always noticed they chirp less on cloudy days.