He drops to the garden wall and skitters to my side, cocking an eye up at the freshly opened oatmeal.
Hey there...you're a bold one.
He hiccups a little inquiry.
Well, I guess I could find something. Give me a second.
He backs away, waiting just out of reach - respectfully, it seems.
There y'go.
He isn't greedy, breaking the dried blueberry apart into several bites, enjoying himself.
Good, huh?
He flits to the back of the chair opposite me, fruit sticking to his beak.
Ah, ya got a little somethin...
In two deft movements, he wipes his beak clean on the chair back.
Yeah, you got it. Nicely done.
He chirrups, ducks his tiny head in my direction, and takes wing.