The silly wayward one apparently had enough of the freezing (literally) cold outside and ran up to the porch door this morning. My dear friend Gemma heard him scratching and tried to coax him inside. He chirped back at her, but remained hidden, so she ran to my room and woke me up. I tore upstairs and outside (in my bathrobe) and called to him.
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