Imaginary bird, Berkeley, CA.
A tiny nuthatch hopped around our front porch and clung to the wisteria vines for a few minutes this afternoon. She wished it would hop in our house through the open door, and become our pet. I convinced her it was just as good for the wee thing to fly free outside and maybe just become our friend instead. She commenced a detailed imaginative scenario in which she was asleep in my lap, and awoke to my telling her a tiny bird had joined our family.