Rory and I had company on our walk today.
And it wasn’t the first time, either.
We were meandering down one of our usual paths in Central Park when, about halfway down, I saw a sparrow waiting.
He turned when I drew near and hopped forward slowing, as if escorting us up the lane. At a break in the fencing, he hopped through and flew upward to a nearby tree branch.
Standard bird behavior, right?
Except this is the third time that a sparrow has met us halfway down that path. The third time he’s turned and led us forward. The third time we’ve parted company at that same break in the fence.
Is he trying to tell me something? Trying to get me to go to that tree? To see something in or near it? You’d think at very least he would chirp loudly to signal the alarm.
Hasn’t he ever watched Lassie?
