"You can think clearly only with your clothes on."
— Margaret Atwood

I am not a bird watcher but when one comes close I get interested. We remodeled the back room I work in and in the process I lost some window coverings. The plants love it and I'm coming around. I didn't know how much I was missing by having the top half of my windows blocking the outside world. It turns out there are a lot of birds behind those window coverings. I've seen black-capped chickadees, lots of barn swallows, and the regular menagerie of robins, blue jays, and cardinals. When I see them I do a quick Google search to see if I can ID the bird type, and if I have a lot f work to do, I spend way too much time going down the rabbit hole of wiki pages and videos.
This morning I got a real treat. A pair of hawks on a tree branch about 100 feet away. She was tearing something up because I saw fur or feathers every time she pulled her beak up. He was, well, he was interested in something more carnal. I narrowed them down to either a Cooper or a Sharpie hawk. It seems birdwatchers will write "Cooper/Sharpie" in their birdwatching books since they are so alike. Whoever they were, something was being eaten, and it caught my eye.
It makes me wonder why we ever had those window coverings. The room is much brighter, the look is more dramatic, and the covers didn't stop Wilson the ABC from chewing the window sashes when excited. (one of his few misdeeds)
Then I remember. The window coverings went up one weekend after my lovely bride and I were enjoying a late night cocktail on the back porch. The houses in the area are close together, but we never seem to see anyone in their houses. Except that night. The woman who lived behind us was walking around the back of the house, topless. My bride will mention the woman's husband was also topless, but I don't remember that so much. We put up window coverings right away. Not because we walked around topless, but more because we wanted to send a message, maybe? Everyone else has covers, maybe you should too?
This nakedness turned out to be a feature, not a bug. They were always naked. The Nakeys we called them. Nakey Neighbors. One freezing cold Halloween the kids went up to their door, and she came to the door in a towel. Literally holding the towel in one hand and giving candy in the other. Her husband walked up behind her like, "Hey! What are the kids dressed as?" only wearing a towel around his waist. They waved at me as the kids ran off. Again, it was freezing outside. My laugh tears were freezing on my cheeks.
So, I blame the Nakeys for my missing years of nature knowledge. They got pregnant, she stopped walking around naked, (he never stopped) and they moved. No other nakeds have moved in since.
Now that my kids have moved out, I guess it's my turn.
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