He was just sitting there. For the longest time, just sitting there.
Not standing. Not flitting around. Not doing anything.
I was a bit mesmerized, I don’t mind telling you.
I’d never seen a bird do that, plop down on the squirrel guard and just hang out there. Not in all the years of looking out the big kitchen window, not in all the thousands–or tens of thousands–of bird sightings there.
Was he okay?
I watched, and waited.
Finally, he turned to me.
Yes, of course.
And so I turned and left him to it.
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