Monday, Monday ...

I don't particularly enjoy Mondays. I just love the weekends sooo sooo much.

Generally, I am pretty grumpy on Monday mornings, and even more so today because I am completely behind with school and I actually need to be ahead because on Thursday I am going to be here for 4 days.

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I have a cozy chair in my bedroom that's nestled underneath my window and beside my bed. I push an ottoman out in front of it and sprawl out most of the day on Mondays and Thursdays. It's the best place to think and read, but not so great to write (this might be why my back hurts all the time).

The last couple of weeks I've been watching a bird throughout the days I spend on my chair. She has a nest in the tree that's just an arms length from the window sill. She's spent so much time in her nest recently, I knew she must have babies on the way.

They hatched today. I heard them. A very quiet, mysterious crack and then an eruption of shrill chirps. They are so incredibly tiny and I want to just sit and watch them, but Mama is nervous. Every time I get up to watch her fed them, she ruffles her short feathers and hops around a lot, casting me irritated, sideways glances. So I'll have to be content to just listen, today.

Maybe I'll catch a better glimpse tomorrow.