I found this on my bed when I entered my room in the afternoon. With the curtains drawn, and at first glance, it gave me a little bit of a fright.
Dare I tell the room boy, who has made it with a lot of pride and affection, that I’d prefer my towels and napkins folded into neat squares, that the birds he leaves on my bed and bathroom counter creep me out a little?
This bird even had two little eyes, made with what seemed to be bits of dirt and a clever beak.
The room boy before this left me flowers in my room. He has gone home on a 1-month leave and asked his colleagues to take special care of his Madam, that is me.
So, no, I dare not reject the birds.