The kids got their names and Redbird took off with it. Keetowah is still "keeping" the nest. Maybe she knows my watch died this week and I need an alarm clock. This morning, both of them were hanging out in "Grandma" the very old live oak in our backyard.
Sunday morning, I thought I was dreaming about them, but my husband informed me it was not a dream. Keetowah was squawking at me to wake up. We'll probably see Redbird occasionally, but Keetowah seems intent to stay with us, and I couldn't be more pleased.
