Morning regular

This guy showed up at our kitchen window around seven-thirty, same as he has every morning this week. Just sits there on the sill, head tilted, watching me make coffee like he’s waiting for something.

Morning regular

Jake thinks he sees his reflection and is trying to figure out what that other bird is doing in there. I prefer to think he’s just checking up on us, making sure we’re getting our day started right.

He’s been visiting every morning this week.

Either way, I’ve started setting my alarm five minutes earlier just so I don’t miss him. There’s something oddly reassuring about having a regular visitor, even if he can’t actually come inside. Makes the apartment feel a little less like we’re floating here on our own.

Though I did catch myself buying birdseed at the grocery store yesterday, which Jake will definitely have opinions about when he finds it.