I want you Just the Way you Are...

Poor Beau.

There was no consoling her this morning.

As she sat on Boy's window ledge, peering out, the house martins who nest about one foot above fledged.

Three babies were flying in and out and in and out and in and out, mere inches from her head, and she was almost demented with frustration.

When I came home this evening, babies were all back in their bed again, and mum and dad flying back and forth with food.

Poor Beau was now sitting on the path gazing up at them from below... I think I'm going to have to keep that window closed or I'm going to come home and find her dangling from the window ledge.