The Bird

It was my last Friday in Puerto Rico. I was washing my hands in the guest bathroom, a room we hardly used, when I heard a strange metallic scratching sound. I look out the window and see this:


A bird was sitting on the metal hurricane shutters that bracketed the small window. It was robustly squawking, but did not fly away. I thought that was a bit strange.


It kept looking at me, which was stranger still.


Then it hopped down on to the window sill. I have never seen a bird be so brave before. After snapping this photos, I went back into the livingroom.

When Steve got home an hour or so later, I went to see if the bird was still around the window, so I could show it to Steve. At first, I didn't see the bird. Then I looked around the shower curtain (the window is in the bath tub) and saw this:


She had a nest! Now her weird behavior made sense. She was protecting her family! She hopped off the nest and I saw three little heads pop up, mouths agape. But I didn't have my phone ready quick enough to get a photo. Momma Bird was not happy about me standing on the edge of the tub with my phone.


She was keeping a very close eye on me.

Later on, I went back in and, when Momma Bird hopped off the nest to confront me, snapped a photo of two of the babies.


She still wasn't pleased.


So I left them alone.

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