The look: ‘Do you have any food for me?’

The glare: ‘Why don’t you have any food for me?’

My small black friend and I have become better acquainted since the summer and, these days, as soon as I walk in to its territory, it flies over. Call me crazy but I talk to it and, when I remember, I take it a few morsels of food. When I forget … well, the photo above tells that story.