"Mister Cinnamon" dried out his feathers and (hopefully) flew away this morning.
Crazy but true…The first thing I did this morning was go outside to check on him. I didn’t see him anywhere, then, as I was walking back down the stairs toward the house, I saw him WALKING OVER THE THRESHOLD into my studio! The dogs were so stunned at this unexpected development that they froze, and watched with wide eyes as M.C. took a tour around the room then walked out to greet me!
He stayed on the patio for about 30 minutes, with me talking to him, feeding him seeds, and taking his picture. I went inside to grab my coffee, and when I returned…he was gone. I’ll choose to imagine that crows did not grab him and fly him off to an unholy bar-b-que.