Jim still can't sit comfortably at the computer to blog, so I'm back (Kathi). I thought I would tell you about the bird camping out in our backyard.
I noticed a bunch of bird poopies on the patio near my garden. Then I saw bird poopies on the inside of the patio just above that. I wondered who was doing that! I decided to evict him. I am not a fan of birds anyway.
Then, we came home after bowling one night and saw the bird was sleeping on a cable that runs the length of that wall, snuggled up against the wall. How could he sleep on that little cable without falling off? Why didn't he sleep in a tree or something?
We kept an eye out and discovered he arrives between 8 and 8:30 each evening, but is gone by the time I get up at 4:30 in the morning.
I decided I would just tack a piece of paper up there until he realized he couldn't sit there with the paper in the way.
Then I thought about how pitiful he looks perched there on the small cable, hugging the wall, and all alone. I felt bad for him. He obviously needed a safe place to sleep, where he didn't have to worry about being bothered or killed. And alone!
So, I decided he could stay. I wouldn't do anything to encourage his moving in, but I wasn't going to turn him away either.
I went out last night to take his picture while he was sleeping. I zoomed in from the patio door, but couldn't get a good shot. I moved in about five feet, but still couldn't get a good picture. So, I moved about half way up the patio to take one, and as soon as the flash went off, he woke up and fluttered off.
I didn't see him there when the dog went out before bed.
I didn't see him when the dog wanted out at 1 a.m.
I didn't see him when I watered the garden at 5:30 a.m.
I think he might be gone, 'cause his little nook is no longer really safe. I feel bad that I'm the one who made it that way.