Woke up this AM to a very specific Shama call that I had only heard once before- in fact the day before. It was a single very, very loud call that reverberated in the house.  6:30 AM or so. Was it Bird (the father) again? Bird has sat in the kitchen and made this note. Sounded JUST like him. But N0! It was his son Tawny. He was sitting on bar that goes across the hallway by the bedroom. Oh My Shama!  What was he doing there? As far as I knew he had never ventured that far in. It was not until Don came up and I excitedly showed him the chick that I discovered that Don had not opened the door yet. Tawny stayed in all night.  Quietly. We didn't go to sleep until late last night. Very disconcerting that we had no idea he was in.  It would be so easy to injure one of these little guys, though they are pretty good at evading any perceived harm.

Don wrote a really nice post about it below. I'm just doing this to get practise doing a blog. I need to discipline myself to do 5 minutes per day.  I want to share with others about the magic of our little Shama family but at the same time not clog their email boxes so this will be our ode to the Shamas. I was on a call to a bank this AM and while on the phone mentioned waking up to Tawny and the bank guy looked up what a Shama looked like while we were on the phone.   One of the perks of his working out of  his home. HaHa!