I watched her for a good half hour, awed by her serenity and mystified her uncanny interest in watching me.
So, why me? Was she trying to prevent me from consuming eggs this morning by doing some sort of cosmic intervention?
Was she one of the birds that I’d observed in their area habitats a few weeks ago when I’d participated in the Christmas Bird Count? Maybe she was, and now she’s turning the tables by having me experience what it feels like to be watched in my own habitat.
Guess what, little finch?
It feels magical.
At least, in this situation it did; I’d feel differently if there’d been human eyes staring at me though my kitchen window.