"Is she hurt?" I asked my husband.
"No, it's so windy the birds are grounded."
The bird then hopped on the outside table. I ran for my camera, changed lenses then shot through the glass first, our dog Scout next to me, straining to see what I saw. She loves to chase birds.
My husband held Scout while I opened the door to get a better angle and clearer shot, feeling the blast of cold sucked into the room.
The bird reminded me of the Robert Louis Stevenson poem from A Child’s Garden of Verses:
Time to Rise
A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon my window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!"
Now my husband says, “What are we doing here?” since this little photo op and story vignette disrupted our work.
“I’m posting a blog real quick.”
“There’s no such thing.”
Alas, time to rise.