He didn't seem frightened so I kept gradually creeping nearer and nearer the glass that separated us. I was surprised that he didn't budge. An obstacle on the floor stopped me and as I stepped around it, he startled and flew across the yard, out of my sight.
I didn't wait long for the next visitor to the bird feeder. This one was small and shy. He peeked at me from the far side of the feeder as if he wanted to play hide-and-seek with me.
I may be a strange bird with hair instead of feathers but I enjoyed hanging around with these flight-prone fellows in the early afternoon. Although I'm not of their feather, I'll go so far as to say that we "flocked together" in spite of our differences.