Friday evening I was in the process of planting out some zinnias in a new flower bed I had tilled earlier. On the way over I almost stepped on a little bird (a sparrow I believe) that was enjoying the spray leaking from the hose on the ground. It was one of the many that inhabit the yard this time of year. Since we don’t have any cats and the Rip the moose dog is always leashed, they do quite well hobbling around the yard before they can fly. This little guy didn’t seem to be bothered by me planting away. He even let me pick him up and carry him around for a little bit. He watched me work for a bit and then was off exploring parts unknown.
This morning when I woke up I heard the familiar baby bird squawk as I opened the front door. There it was (or one that looks just like it) sitting on the ground up against the front door. A picture was allowed before flying off into the cedar tree across the yard. I think I have a new friend