Who needs an alarm clock? Not us. (Turn your volume up as high as it will go and you'll still only get a smidgen of the true effect.)
Instead we have this charming young visitor at 4.30am most mornings. What we used to call the "rusty bedsprings bird" is actually a young galah. The only way it shuts up is if one of its parents pokes something down its cakehole. Have to say, that particular specimen isn't our favourite garden visitor.