So this little guy has been hanging around outside my window for the past week or so. I have grown rather fond of him. I even gave him a name!
Everybody, meet Olly.
This morning when I opened my blind, there were two little birds out there hopping around on my laundry room roof. One was Olly. And one was really fat and fluffy and cute, and so I named her Olivia. But I don’t have any pictures of them together.
Every single thing he does is just really cute.
And he doesn’t even seem scared of me. Except that the other day, I did go outside to see if I could catch him… and he didn’t seem to be a huge fan of being caught.
I have the cutest bird.