While I was preparing dinner, this bird flew right into my kitchen through the window and perched on the kitchen counter when I wasn’t looking.
It was when I turned around and spotted him that he quickly flew back out.
I shouted, “Hi, John! What are you doing here?” as he perched on the cemented ledge.
He cocked his head a couple of times, eyeing me and flew off.
Why did I call him John?
I have no idea.