I love photography. One of my favourite pastimes is going for a long walk through the park with my trusty camera and snapping pictures of anything I see that catches my attention. The other day I was on one of these walks and I saw a beautiful bluebird sitting on a park bench, which was dusted with a light layer of snow. The scene was perfect, and I took several pictures. The bird seemed to know I was watching her, and she almost seemed to pose for me. I was surprised to see her, most of the other birds had already migrated.

     Even after I took all the pictures I wanted, I stayed to watch the bird. She was happily hopping about the bench, not seeming to take much notice of me. I had brought a sandwich with me, so I tore off some of the crust and threw her some crumbs. She cautiously hopped over to the crumbs, and quickly gobbled them up. As I watched in awe, she hopped closer and closer to my winter boots, eventually landing on my left boot. She looked up at me and chirped, as if to say goodbye. Then she flew away towards the sunset sky. I would never see her again; but I would never forget her, either. Who knows why she was there that day, well after regular migration season. Whatever the reason, she gave me an experience to remember- my little bluebird friend.

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