Hanging out with a sparrow

 This little guy was hanging out at the barn last evening.

 He hopped from perch to perch,
offering me his best side whenever he landed.

I think he's some sort of sparrow.

He got his feathers ruffled now and then,

but was generally cool about the whole paparazzo experience...

...until he flew up into the rafters for a bird's eye view.

Perhaps not surprisingly, he left for good

after passing judgment on the bones.