New Nest
The main move will be on Saturday and this week we're doing the long, slow, every-evening haul from current home to new home. Last night as I unpacked a great heap of dusty books, Banks struggled with the kitchen door. The door is tricky and it's hard to intuit what the little knob on top is supposed to do. After lots of jiggling and a bit of cursing, it finally came open to reveal a fat mama pigeon sitting on a nest of little eggs and looking up like she was thinking of flying away. We closed the door fast, of course. No need to give anyone small like that a heart attack. But seeing her made me think that as good omens go, a nice birdie benediction is about as good as they come. Especially since it will someday be my little eggs being guarded in that flat.