A Bird In The Hand

Sometimes the sound of a bird hitting the window is an unexpected opportunity to spend time with the folks we feed all winter.  This little feathered friend took a long time to fly away, as if he was rather content to sit on our deck table alongside my husband in the early spring sunshine.
Obviously, he trusted us to keep the cat inside.

One of his buddies finally flew over as if to check on him and shortly after, our friend disappeared.