reaching the end of a story called "Always", when there was a
powerful fluttering noise and something landed on my hat.
Then it flew away. Took me a second to spot it.
Earlier I had seen this wren in a tree near our tool shed, and
wondered why it was watching me and squawking.
The wren's house was about 30 feet away. I think it didn't like my
summer hat competing with it for being hot stuff.
And don't doubt it, wrens are hot stuff.
I must have been so concentrated on the story that I hadn't moved for
a while, & the wren had got brave enough to check me out.
What a charmer.
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