There's a bird sitting in the tree outside my window. Every time I look up from the computer screen, it's there. In the same place. And when I say every time, I don't just mean now. Or today. It's been there for weeks. It was there when there were no leaves on the trees, and now it's in the midst of spring greenery.

There's no nest there. It's just perched on a branch. I think it's the same bird. One of those mynah things that have been stalking me since they made their nest in the wall beside my room at college. Maybe it's a rotational cycle of birds of the same species. The same Family. Maybe I'm under surveillance by some sort of Avian Mafia.

Stranger things have happened.

(This post brought to you by paranoia and gilmae poking me.)