I did not really want to disturb my neighbours. Each night I would close the curtains without even glancing in their direction.
My inquisitiveness was compelling and difficult to resist. After all, I had watched them move in and seen their soft furnishings.
It was those eyes: sometimes staring up at me; sometimes with feigned indifference as I peered through the smeared glass to see if someone was at home.
There usually was.
I took to sitting in the garden, surreptitiously monitoring their movements.
I even watched them raising a family.
Then one day the Cape Robins abandoned their nest.
[Last summer a pair of Cape Robins nested in a lavender bush outside our french doors and I was able to observe them through the glass].