Though I’ve been focused on the sweet little dove family living on my balcony, I haven’t mentioned the fact that a second bird family lives outside my front door, as well. These are not dove. These are not sweet. They’re scrawny, squawky little things that look like they belong in Fraggle Rock. They’re Fraggle Birds. And they’re directly over my head as I exit my flat. DIRECTLY. I have to side-step as soon as I exit for fear of what might land on my head. But since the Fraggles are not yet airborne, I am tolerating them for now. When they begin their swooping, these babies are outta here. Right now, though, they make me laugh. Crazy little Fraggles.