Please tell me birds sleep at night. *sigh* (Refer to previous entry.)

Okay, this is the deal: I live in the middle of the woods by myself and first thing this morning I hear someone tapping on my window. I immediately evacuated my skin... and almost my bladder.

I’m beginning to think that Mama Robin is maybe Morse Coding a message to me. I wonder what she’s trying to tell me. Is it something as benign as “Good Morning silly human pecking at the computer.” Or maybe she’s frantically trying to tell me, “Scary, hairy man with a butcher knife is lurking beneath your porch. Bewarebewarebeware!”

*Sigh* I think she’s just being territorial, and I don’t have the heart or the wherewithal to let her know I ain’t going anywhere and she’d better get used to me. Hmmm, and I’d better get used to her. :)

No matter. Life is grand. It’s a good day. Life holds many fulfilled promises.

I swear to God, at some point, though, I’m going to turn around to acknowledge her pecking, and a big scary, hairy man is going to be standing there with a Psycho knife in his grip!