This time of year, every morning, about the time that I’m doing my morning routine, there are three or four dozen pigeons landing on the porch roof prior to hopping down onto the turf to eat. While they’re up there on the edge, there are always a couple that are looking down into the window, watching me dry off as I get out of the shower.

It’s a little bit odd being watched by the birds while I’m naked, but I guess it’s only fair since I watch them all day long.

I just wish that they would stop laughing so loud and pointing!

























