They Flew The Coop

The birds left. I think I annoyed them with all my gawking and picture taking. They kept looking at me like, “Do you have a freakin’ life?” (Not really). Or, “Have you ever heard of ‘privacy?’ We’re trying to nest here!”

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But I’ve decided to forgive my inherent weirdness and accept the fact that like Shirley Maclaine and, most likely, the birds who abandoned my porch, I’m most comfortable living out on a limb.

Just for today, I miss my bird friends (though, I don’t think they miss me).