Last night I stepped outside to grab something from my truck. It was windy and smelled like rain, so I came back inside rather quickly. Right before I shut the door, this guy blew inside, landing on my shoe. I took my shoe and put it back outside, figuring he would fly off after he got his bearings about him. This morning when I stepped out, he was still there, perched on a fallen branch under the big oak tree by the door. I tried to get a few decent shots, but he kept tangoing around the branch. I took him out to the honeysuckle, surrounded by blackberry brambles to keep him hidden from the birds.
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