Note to self: when attempting to pour just a dribble of water into a hanging basket in which there is a nest of fledgling finches, JUST DON’T!
This will scare the shit out of you, even though you KNEW the damn finches were there and even though you KNEW you shouldn’t water the stupid hanging basket despite it looking pretty scruffy and dry already. You will scream and make all kinds of ridiculous noises and drop your watering can on the front porch while the little birds and their parents scold you and flutter alarmingly about. You will squeal yet again when the finch who found its way into your house scrambles out just as you yourself jump inside and start to shut the door.
Some of the family will find you out on the balcony near the front door, still chirping nastily and hopping on the railing closer and closer to you, till you hastily head back indoors to hide. Your heart will not stop pounding for a good twenty minutes.
I am totally NOT cut out to co-exist with birds in such close quarters.