Our laundry line is by a large tree. Every time I hang up laundry the little bird who lives in the tree dances at the end of a branch about 2 feet from my face while he gives me a piece of his mind. Apparently he doesn't feel he has quite enough space out here. I can't imagine how noisy he'd be in he lived in town.
It's a fun experience every single time. Sometimes his mate chirrups in the back, cheering him on, I suppose. "You tell her, honey!"
When I am finished and begin to walk away he swoops around me once or twice, to be sure I got his meaning. Then he goes back and settles in again to keep watch for other invaders.
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