Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. One year we had a little ******** that would come and sit on the arm of our wrought iron chair that's on our front porch at eight a.m., every morning, and he would put on a show for our old ragdoll cat and me. He would sit there and preen and sing. I told my husband I thought he was singing for his breakfast, as I always put bird food out for them. I was hoping he would come back the next summer, but alas, he did not. He was always a pleasure to see each day. My cat and I looked forward to his joyful song each morning. He had a rapt audience in the two of us. Fond memories.