Chirping birds

When Matthew and Peter come to visit us they work on our computer. They add things and delete things and straighten things out. After they leave we don't know what's going on. Sometimes Matt has to bring us up to speed via telephone. Once when Peter was here he added the sound of chirping birds to my account and one softly hooting owl. I think he did it because he knows I like birds, but it could be a little Peter joke. Maybe he was drawing a comparison between computers and little old ladies who like birds? On another visit he was showing me how to do something and the birds started chirping. He told me what he thought that chirping meant. I said that I didn't know it had meaning. I had always thought that it was random. With his eyes on the screen he said half matter-of-fact and half Voice of Doom, "Nothing on a computer is random." Now when I hear the chirping I always wonder what my computer is trying to tell me, but since I haven't a clue I just sit back and enjoy it. I have found that the birds can communicate one thing to me however. Let's say I'm upstairs or in my chair by the window and they start to chirp. That means my husband is computing and that he's doing it on my account rather than his own. I don't mind. Except for the occasional shopping spree, I have no computer secrets. Only one thing worries me. He is bolder and more experimental than I am. He's probably on my half of the computer because he's got his half all screwed up.