So there’s a bird in my kitchen. Actually, there are birds, plural, in my kitchen.
So let me explain, this is not a fully functional kitchen. It is a big kitchen being used like a pantry as of now. So it has a chimney, which is only sometimes switched on. So our Mother Bird decided, yeay nice place to give birth.
There is a nest on the chimney. Like its on top of the chimney. I’ll attach a picture. So anyway, the Bird birthed the eggs and has been a constant for the last few weeks.
We have been having some conversations, Bird and I.
“You know Bird, if the light disturbs you so much, you really should have chosen a different site”
“You’re a really good listener, Bird. Has anybody told you that recently?”
“Birrrd. Your chicks are chirping. They’re hungry. Get on with those worms, yeah?”
“You need to respect my privacy, Bird. I feel like you’re encroaching on my personal space here. Quite literally.”
“It’s just us today, Birds. All the others are gone and busy, just us and our kids. Kid, in my case.”
“Bird, that dude you got over there, doesn’t always help, does he? He’s not around much,yeah? Or maybe, sometimes its him I’m talking to. I can’t really tell.”
“You know I’m going to have to do sooo much cleaning after you move out, Bird. I mean..its going to be ridiculous, not like you care.”
“Bird, I appreciate you not interfering in my business up here. Like just staying in your zone. I appreciate it. I do.”
Disclaimer : The views, thoughts, and opinions expressed in the text belong solely to the author, and not necessarily match the Bird’s point of view. She may or may not have a different perspective on things.
P.S. Just as I was about to post this, for the first time in weeks, the Bird shat in our kitchen. I got so angry I yelled at it. Now folks at home think I’m crazy and Bird just flew off. This is getting intense now, guys.