Something often wakes me up early in the morning - I think it's a bird of some kind, probably a magpie. It grabs some pieces of moss from the rooftops and brings it down to my backyard, dropping it on a small table and sifting through it with its beak, probably looking for insects to eat. No matter how much I clean that table, there's moss on it almost every morning. I never manage to see the bird. Maybe I'll manage to record its breakfast this morning.