I don’t think there’s a child out there that doesn’t dart to another being with more burning wonder after finding eggs than after any other notable natural marvels on hallowed ground. Unless she stumbles upon not a feather or two but royal blue feathers still attached to this magnificent acquaintance. A regal bearing even after his violent collision with our window, so sorry well-cloaked visitor. We would have preferred to have greeted you cheerfully chirping deep in our woods where we may not have witnessed your royalty up close. Even at a distance, you would have made an impact perched on a branch tweeting sweetly and anonymously all day long filling the air with your resonance uplifting our sunken spirits.