The littlest bird on my deck is also the bravest … of course. But brave is not the same as wise. We were having our morning coffee when John said, “honey, there’s a bird in the house!” Of course it was her. She had decided to see if there was more bird seed INSIDE. At first she just hopped around, investigating. But soon it devolved into the inevitable frantic bashing against various windows till she was so dazed I was able to contain her and get her back outside. I was worried, but a few minutes later, she was on her feet and ready to go. Just now I heard her wonderful song sparrow trill from the top of my pine tree. She is undaunted! Of course.