This guy decided to just fly up and directly land on my head back in 1998 while just outside of our house.
He/She never wanted anything to do with my wife or daughters but hung around for about three weeks. It would allow me to walk very slowly and talk softly, provided that I didn’t get too close to anyone else. It never allowed me to wear a ball cap.
I would never see him until I felt him landing and holding onto my hair for “the ride” typically just shortly after walking outside alone. We named him “Bluebird”.
