A pair of birds have been hanging around the front of our house. I go out, drink my coffee in the morning quiet, and two birds watch me. They usually sit on the utility wire. I go out there most mornings, get the paper, check on the plants, water if it's been dry. Our one outdoor cat tends to go out, too, and often joins me on the porch.
I kept seeing what seemed to be the same pair, over and over again, so I looked them up in the bird book; they're house finches. Houses are where they like to be generally. These particular house finches like the look of things chez Weasel, I guess. When I watered the hanging plants Wednesday morning, there was a little circle of twigs in the middle of one of the plants. Yesterday morning, it was a complete nest! They work fast.
The finches now think they own the place. Tweet, tweet, tweet when I water "their" plant. They perch and glare at me while I drink my coffee. They were pissed off when I peeked at how the nest looks today (flutter! flutter! TWEET!). Still, they knew I was a factor before they moved in.
We're getting ready to go on a trip; it's been difficult. I put off making final arrangements until the last possible minute, from the habit of needing to wait to finalize until I can make sure it's all okay with...oh. I knew the planning would make me burst into tears at weird times, but I'm still doing it. I like travel. I do realize it's going to suck sometimes, but I still like it.
So I'm bustling and readying, crying and moping and eating too many cookies. Bustle, bustle.