"Honey... I'm Home"

There's Bonnie perched amongst the branches at dusk awaiting for a safe moment to fly back into her nest and roost for the night. She is still a little scared to come home especially when there are "Us" humans walkin about in the house. Can't be too careful now can we. So she waits till it is safe to come home. Even birds have a sense of security. Even birds have a place to call home and when that home is built he or she will then have the honor or yelling or chirping...

"Honey... I'm home..."