There are baby birds living in the wall of my office.
As I’ve mentioned before, my office is a large closet off of our laundry room. I have no windows and I’m okay with that. It’s cozy, and a touch isolating which I like. It’s a cave.
I share a wall with the outside courtyard of our house. In that courtyard is a wood overhang. The lunatic that built our house left gaps in the overhang. This was initially one of many things that drove us nuts about our house, but every spring birds build their nests in the gaps. They are protected from the elements and we get to share as baby birds are born every year. It’s a super cool bonus that almost makes me forget about the lunatic contractor, almost.
This year one of the bird families must have decided to build their nest in the corner of the courtyard right by my office. I’m sitting in the quite of my cave and I can hear the babies chirping. It’s almost like having a window. Sort of better because I can’t see them, so I get to imagine what they look like, how many are there, the size of their nest. Soft, gauzy images fill my mind every time I hear them. They sound tiny and very cute. I’m sure they are extra soft at this point and enjoying the warm weather.
I wonder if they hear me typing, or my music. Do they wonder what I look like, or what I’m doing in here? Do birds think like that? Not sure. It doesn’t matter. I’m so happy to share a wall with them for a little while.
My thoughts from the laundry room. Early Bird.