Some kind of Ghoul

There are birds outside making a lot of noise. It's almost impressive, they must be right outside my window. I was considering going outside to shoo them off, but then something occurred to me.

I'm complaining about birdsong. What the hell is wrong with me? I like birds, but I seem to have some kind of vendetta about them recently. I tell them to go back to sleep when I'm at work and they're chirping before sunrise, and now I can't even tolerate the birds that are welcoming in the day. It's even worse because I'm disparaging the birds when the lawnmowers will coming in six hours when I'm trying to sleep. What kind of person would do this to birds?