My life has been greatly enriched since I met Mrs. Redbird. She and I spend hours together, but most of the time she doesn’t even know I’m close by. I watch from my hiding place as she sets serenely on her three speckled eggs. Sometimes she gets a bit drowsy but never keeps her eyes closed for more than a few seconds. Always on the lookout, always wary, she is on red alert constantly. Every now and then she appears to be yawning when she stretches her beak open as she is doing in this photo. She looks curiously at ants that crawl past her and may swipe at them, but I’ve never seen her eat one yet. When crows caw, she cranes her neck upward and a look of fear comes into her eyes. That sound always gets her undivided attention. Once, she sang out loudly, a short little tune; I thought she may have been signaling her husband who dropped by for a visit only once while I was on watch duty. Every half hour or so, she stands up in the nest and appears to be turning the eggs or readjusting them and then she resumes her brooding position. Sometimes, she changes her position from a northward stance to a southward stance, or she rotates from east to west. If I happen to move too much, she flees the nest in a flash so I try to stay quiet, camouflaged, and unflinching. Some people may think I’m kooky to watch a little bird for so long, but I like to think of it as a friendship, one that never bores me and never grows tiring. I’ll be back later with more tales from my life with Mrs. Redbird.