One of the advantages of being confined for a day or two is that I sat still in my easy chair in sight of the window. Now, outside my window is a bare tree, its leaves gone for the season.
What I had never noticed before, the were a kazillion tiny birds, about the size of finches, fluttering about the tree. The tree looked alive, as though it were doing the fluttering.
Then from time to time the birds would all take off at once, leaving the tree bare. Then later, a few would come back, and then more and more, until the tree was alive once again.
Baby, it's cold outside. Where do those birds go to nest at night? By five PM they were all gone for the rest of the day, and night. But where?
I would never have noticed those birds if I had not be recovering from the NORO virus.