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The vinaceous rosefinch peched upon my windowsill and stared inside with a curiosity normally reserved for our feline acquaintances .
Yet, she evoked mine and I met her on the porch for a chat.
"What are you doing here?"
I inquired because I needed to understand.
"I came to shatter your preconceptions," she replied with a wisdom that took me off-guard.
"You belong in the far east," I protested with deepening interest.
"Exactly," she said.
"How did you get here?"
"I don't know," she conceded. "I just started flying one day and, seeing no borders from the sky, I just kept flying until I was drawn to you. A little voice whispered in my ear that you were a bit too certain of yourself and you needed a visit from me."
"I think you might have taken care of that," I sighed, completely unperturbed by the reality that I was having a two way conversation with an aviary creature and still processing the geopolitical implications of its immigration status.
