I am sitting downstairs in the living area, with my feet comfortably on the edge of the dining table, working on my computer, my back to the garden door. As mentioned, after a guest leaves, I open the cross-draft doors to allow a fresh breeze to blow through my space. Working, without taking in the surroundings other than the rhythmic sounds of the swishing washing machine, a sound above the washing machine sloshing, penetrates… a tap-tap… or is it a click-click. Yes, a click-click. Engrossed as I am, I deign to turn around and keep typing. But the click-click moves closer and I realize it is almost behind my chair. I put my feet down and turn around. A black bird has entered the house, walking under the foor curtain and is now having a look-see, first in the kitchen and is approaching the sitting area. This catches me by surprise. The movement of putting my feet down catches it by surprise and it flies up. Up and toward the window above the kitchen sink that looks out on the garden. Realizing what was, I hoped it would just turn around and walk out. Standing up, I walk slowly toward where it is, with fluttering wings, flinging the row of small potted plants onto the counter. Grabbing a dish towel I cover it carefully and carry it out to the yard. Guess it was checking out how the baking was progressing as I had missed a day or two of putting out ‘mistakes’. Baking had been a series of successes so there were no mistakes for the flock.