The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs

From a foggy sleep I woke up to someone bird calling. At least that's what I think it was. The bird would whistle and he would whistle back. Whistle, respond, whistle, respond. I didn't know that birds would respond to things like us I thought only to their own kind. Or maybe anything that sounds like them. But they are smarter than that. It was a mating call. If I had known I would have been communicating with birds along time ago. In any case it was one of those little moments. A sweet one at that. I have always believed that life is made up of tiny moments, these moments are critical because when you add them all up you have your whole life. Tiny, precious moments. Magic moments, like the pudding mnmnmn.
there is this book by Anne Lamont called Bird by Bird its a book she wrote about writing but its not just for writers its for all but there is this part where she's talking about when her brother had a school assignment and he had to research and draw all these different birds and he was feeling pretty stressed about it and their dad came into the kitchen and asked what was going on and then he was like "just take it bird by bird, buddy, bird by bird."