I believe Steve was some sort of mystic in another life and he is like a human barometer about human emotions.
Recently a dear friend of his was deeply disturbed about her missing adult son and during that time, Steve became very ill.
Harry kept vigil at his bedroom window.
Prior to Steve's illness, a red- winged blackbird had been arriving at the house each morning and battered his poor beak endlessly on the window. During the three days Steve was sick, the bird sat silently on the fence and occasionally sang his strange song.
The missing man was found dead and when he learned the news Steve abruptly recovered and his full strength returned.
The blackbird is still visiting daily but he seldom throws himself at the window.
Happiness to the birthday boy and peace to the lost soul who is to be buried today.
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Thanks to you Squiddy for taking such good care of me during my illness (and every other day for that matter). And to the events that you speak of here, Baraka Bashad; May the Blessings Be.
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