Sitting out front to the side of the garage door with no shirt on in the dirty yellow light of the little lamp by the front door I wonder why I thought it was such a great idea to whistle back and forth out of breath with an eager mockingbird I saw eating red berries from the palms while I moved tiles from the garage to the addition. The bird is stuck now in the rafters and the internet said the solution involves patience leaving the room and illuminating the exit. I know how this bird must feel poor bastard.