These last mornings he has waking me up around…5:30 AM.

He doesn’t bother me. I love listening to his calls. Cua…cua…cua…!

Last night he almost hit my room’s window. I went out in my robe and

sandals. It was kind of dawn breaking through. We looked at each

other for five seconds. Then he flew away. I got him some water and

apples I laid by the wall. Across the garage. And went back to bed.

I wonder if he is OK. Two days ago I threw some tamales and nuts to

him and his brothers at the school yard. They ate them.

I hope he is OK.

EO