Yesterday, as I took up residence in the new project director's room on the 3rd floor, I noticed an old bird's nest between the window and the shudder. I began to open the shudder when there were some shouts from my Egyptian colleagues. In the corner was a cluster of gorgeous blue eggs. I pulled the window closed again before they tumbled to the ground.
Marawa has come back to work for us and take care of the house...dear sweet brave soul taking care of an archaeological dig house. She held a dustbin and I thought asked if I wanted my room swept and I responded yes. She walked in and went for the nest. Apparently, my misstep that nearly wiped out the nest yesterday had been interpreted as my desire to have the nest gone. I stopped her, again just before the moment of doom for the nest, and explained that we should guard the babies there. She seemed relieved that she was not being asked to commit avicide. Now the mother bird is often popping up to check on them. One of the pitfalls or blessings of starting in the Spring.
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