It looks as though Mr and Mrs. Bluejay are

admiring one another from a distance these days. I do barely see them together. She isn't shaking her tail at him much anymore, like the first days on the branch, in the front of the building. They had absolutely no shame about their love, in those days. They were bent on falling into eachother's eyes and wings right in front of everybody. Now, it is a game of catch as catch can. She has grown a belly and he always reminds her, when she's picking up an extra worm, that the egg is one thing and the belly is another. He's always been a very blunt bird to her.
They are as much in love as ever. The game is a distancing game and I see one on the building and one in the tree and still the reflection of eachother in their eyes is as brilliant as the first day I had the privilege of chaperoning them. If you can call what I was doing, chaperoning. Perhaps a better word for it is monitoring their activities. There is no chaperone that can keep the lovebirds away from eachother.