Meet Frieda, the credit union bird.

I would say it was your ordinary Monday, but it was actually Tuesday (gotta love “credit unioners” hours and holidays).  I was walking toward the employee entrance when I noticed a rather cute but loud little bird.  I kept my ground with my destination in mind, but the little bird didn’t move.  “TWEET, TWEET,” she screeched as I approached her.  She didn’t budge.  I swung out a little, continued inside the building, and didn’t think much about it until lunch.

As I walking to my car and thinking about where I was going to eat, I was startled by her again.

“TWEET, TWEET!” she shouted.

I again swung out not to invade the bird’s personal space, went to lunch, and tip toed my way back into the building when I returned.  When I made it in, I went on a mission to see if others had encountered my feisty feathered friend.

After a little investigating, the word around the water cooler is that the little bird has laid her eggs in the landscaping that borders the parking lot.  She wasn’t a mean bird from those Alfred Hitchcock movies after all; she was just a good mother trying to protect her eggs.  Aww…

It’s Thursday now, and I’ve done a lot of thinking about Frieda (that’s what I’ve named her).  Frieda has a lot in common with credit unions, and over the next few days I’ll be discussing these similarities…