When I sit on the couch with a cappuccino in the morning, I often look at the various songbirds in the pine tree outside, behind the window. Kind of zen. Now suddenly I saw a new species with a shiny restless tail. I didn’t know that one yet. When I took a closer look, it was gone immediately. Back on the couch he was there again, busy.
It turned out to be the reflection of my watch glass in the window.
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A version of this article also appeared in the July 5, 2023 newspaper.