Yesterday I came home in the evening to find this small black bird sleeping on my doorstep. (The blue in the photo is my door.) It didn’t fly away, even after I drove up to the house, walked to the porch, went around the house to the back door, got my housemate Hernando and a camera, came back around, and took a photo. (And no, it wasn’t dead!) I’ve never found a bird sleeping on my porch before, so it was cool. We had just had a strong storm pass through, and I think it was looking for a safe place to rest.