We’re in the new house and unpacking. Brigid is “helping” by taking things and storing them where she thinks they should go. Also: this is how I lose my shoes. Brigid is also fond of my bras; she will steal them out of the laundry basket if I forget to not place them there. I was down to my last one before I discovered her “bra bed” stash in the last house, where she was curled up sleeping. How would this house be organized if the ferrets chose where everything went?
Brigid likes to get into the bin of paper pellets to play or scratch her back. It always makes cleaning the litter box more interesting.
The robin continues to visit each morning, waking me up by tapping on the sliding glass door.
On New Year’s Eve, Kevin and I were reminiscing about a robin who was our “alarm clock” when we lived in the cabin. It would tap on the bedroom window each morning until it was greeted. If we were not in there, it would go to other windows of the cabin and try those.
The morning of January 1st, I woke to the sound of persistent tapping… and as I gained consciousness, I wondered if I had actually dreamt the sound. Then the tapping continued! I hopped up to pull back the curtain to find a robin looking at me.
Not sure how common it is to have a robin alarm clock. I know it isn’t unheard of because I know of others who have “made friends” with their robins and other birds. In reflection, robins have shown up in different “chapters of life” over the years. The cabin was one of them. Now perhaps here.
Happy New Year! <3
