Nearly Home....

I'm home by half past eight and sitting outside on the stairs because it's still sunny and warm and a Blackbird is singing and Pigeons are cooing. Then this Starling comes along and is waiting to go into her (his?) house (above my bed) and I say "go ahead. Everything is fine." But he (she) still waits and eventually I feel guilty and go inside so she (he) can go to bed. Jings. I'm sixty six years old but it's like being an adolescent and living with your Mammy and Daddy....