Due to an unusual set of circumstances, today I found myself very briefly alone on a property that houses several abandoned pole barns, an old bathtub, and roosters. With my camera.
I was too afraid to get close to the enormous grumpy roosters but I did spot this guy:
Hello little cardinal. Do you see him there in the window?
He stared at me for awhile and I stared back, with a vaguely peculiar feeling of experiencing something familiar and also funny-- peeking inside at a bird who was staring out at me. I was a little intimidated somehow, like he owned the place. I didn't want to stare him right in the face.
And then he fluttered away.
And I drove off, back to real life where birds are properly outside and people properly peering from the curtains.
(As much fun as it is to imagine, I don't think I would actually like to converse with a cardinal. Or have an argument with a grumpy rooster.)