I was starting a load of laundry this evening, when I heard a small yet insistent sound immediately behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw a tiny little bird perched on top of the laundry room door. I realized this is probably one of the parent birds currently staying at Wit's End in our laundry room. I exited the room and told her that i would only be another minute, while she flitted over to the iron work of our carport making angry noises at me. I noticed that the dad was also nearby, perched on the brickwork at the side of the carport. I finished putting the clothes and soap in the washer, and walked into the house saying that the room was all theirs again, and sorry for the intrusion.
And now I have to go put the clothes in the dryer.
