Today is Good Friday, which ends up being either part of the Easter long weekend or else a sombre Christian holy day, depending on how you view your calendar.
This tiny bird, not much larger than a ping-pong ball, also has meaning for us on two levels. It's just a nondescript little wild bird, probably a male, since he wears his stripe of bright colours with pride as if they were squadron markings. He visited us, then departed, and his doing so was personal. That's why he gets a portrait today.
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