I sat down at a local cafe and ordered a caramel latte. As I was waiting I surveyed the cafe and noticed, much to my surprise, a small bird stuck behind the glass door. At one point a fellow bird stood on the outside of the cafe as if to ask its kin what it was doing.
I waited until the waitress came over and drew her attention to the small trapped wren. She pushed the door open, but the bird still seemed to think it could fly through the transparent glass. The waitress sheepishly admitted that she was a little scared of birds. I walked over and scooped up the wren in my hands and brought it up to the window and it flew out of my hand.
It was such a lovely unexpected moment.
