I just glanced outside and saw my building manager standing in the yard with his hand stretched out. He stood there for a long time — thirty seconds, maybe? — until I started thinking “How long does it take to figure out it’s not raining?”
And then a blue jay landed on his hand! Which was clearly the point, because he exhibited zero surprise. They looked at each other for a few long, psychically intense moments, and then the bird flew off.
I think my building manager might be Dr. Doolittle.