I have a beautiful view out of my bedroom thanks to a large sliding glass door and a redwood forest. If you haven't gathered it before, our house is actually pretty rural in that we can freely walk around in the buff without fear of giving the neighbor a heart attack or ending up in a strange video segment on Youtube. Not that we do but I'm just sayin' if we wanted to it would certainly be a possibility. A true assault to the eyeballs so I suggest calling before you visit.

Anyhoo, since we have such a private piece of property, I rarely close the drapes over my sliding glass door. I love waking up to the sun beating down on my face or fuzzy little bunnies scampering around my backyard. Like this:

That's Mrs. Bunny. She visits us every spring with a coupla kits (baby bunnies). I've never seen a Mr. Bunny so I've got a feeling he's pretty scandalous and that he may just be a yearly boo-tay call for Mrs. Bunny. I guess he's just lookin' for a little Cottontail (!). Eh, she seems to enjoy it and the byproducts are super cute, so all is well in this year's episode of "As the Rabbit Turns."

Although I normally feel pretty comfortable leaving the drapes open and exposing myself to my forest friends, I have recently acquired an admirer that is causing me to develop some modesty. It's this guy:

Zeke has started frequenting my backyard with his lady friends. They're normally very peaceful, looking for the occasional bug and berry - not causing a ruckus - just enjoying the fruits of freshly mowed lawn and springtime. I don't mind them being back there, in fact I love their organic bug eating abilities and the goofy attitudes they portray while I'm sitting on my bed and enjoying the show.

This peaceful serenity has recently been broken by a change in Zeke's attitude. I'm sure I'm just reading him wrong and his manifested interest is because of springtime rooster lady lust, but I've recently been closing my drapes due to his innate "interest" in my well-being.

For example, last week as he was walking near my back deck, I saw him do a double-take as he passed by my sliding glass door. Our eyes met and for a minute, I swear I could hear Joey Tribbiani (from Friends) saying:

How you doin'?

Then, he proceeded to hop up on then bench sitting on my back deck, and serenade me with crows for the next half hour. Seriously, what did he expect me to do? He is a friendly little rooster, but I'm certainly not going to try and pet him or reward him with strawberries for his signing prowess. So instead? I reward him with a smile and close my curtains. I leave poor Zeke to perform on an empty stage with only his Henny Penny lady friends as an audience. He still crows and crows, but his song length is certainly shortened and my peace and modesty is quickly restored.

Should I be flattered? Well, maybe. But in all reality, he's probably just viewing me as a strange potential threat to his lady friends. With my blinding beauty, milky white skin, and flowing auburn tresses, who can blame him? I probably look like some vixen ready to steal his ladies from him. You do realize that description came from my inner voice, right? And it might just be a little exaggerated - ok, a lot exaggerated - right? Just checkin'.

I can't wait for Spring fever to leave my poultry and make me remember my 33 year old mommy body.