Building a house

I was building a house.
“Cut every one of the trees!” I said. The men looked at me to check if I was serious. I was planning to build a house, and the land needed clearing up. In a few hours, they chopped down what had stood there for decades.

After paying the woodcutters, I went to check. I was satisfied with the results. Finally, construction could start. Then I noticed something strange. All along the boundary walls, I could see birds. Crows, magpies, pigeons, and even a kingfisher. All watching me. “You cut down our home to build yours!” They seemed to be saying. I felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny. “Once my house gets built, I will plant some trees. I promise.” I said it out loud. Not convinced, they kept watching me.