I didn’t see it at first.
I was just getting into my car in the WLRN parking lot when I heard the warbling. It seemed the bird song was carried along on the air in surround sound, with a resonance that my colleagues inside the building would envy.
I kept scanning the electrical poles and wires above the parking lot to see if I could spot it. It had to be there, because he was a born performer, this bird. What a ham! Despite the ruckus I was making settling into my driver seat, he just kept singing away.