Little Bird

For the past week or so a tiny bird has been trying to get our attention. He perches himself outside the window in our room and proceeds to exhaust himself with the effort of making noise. He chirps. He pecks the glass continuously. Sometimes he flaps his little wings with amazing energy and speed against the glass (whip, whip, whip, whip, whip). He’s an endearing little fellow but we can’t fathom why he spends so much of his day assaulting our window. Lately we imagine that he is a conduit of love. When he comes to our window it’s to tell us that someone is thinking of us.