A few drops trickle down between her legs as she stands up just as she finishes.    Preoccupied by the bird that hand landed on a forearm of hers as she peed.       Tamara's attention is on the bird.  She would take steps towards it.  As it lands on a nearby branch.    Chirping incessantly at her.<br/><br/>Her gaze remains riveted on the bird.  To see what it would do next as she approaches it.