AInd maybe the other part fears the connection. think part of me fears that loving me will eventually lead to losing them. To hating my presence, despising my smile, and eventually finding my voice and laugh as irritating and ear grating as I do.
blue tits are dumber than sparrows. they don't understand the concept of a birdhouse. it's open on all four sides and they will still sit on top of the roof and nibble on it...