Not too far away from the second stop, I met this little bird out of sudden. It just appeared in front me, looking at me, and sort of inviting me. I had the feeling it was the same buddy which I met last time. It must have known about my difficulty to capture its pictures, that is why it was waiting for me at the same old place.
The bird flied up to the curb, confirmed I had it in my sight, and then continued. We seemed to be an old friend to each other by now.
We communicated by body language in the whole journey, and when it turned to me, I knew it must have something to tell me. It stayed for while, but running out of words, so was I. It gave up talking anything finally, except hinting me to follow again.
Then I knew, the moment it stopped at this place, an entrance to somewhere. My buddy was bringing me to its home. I was its guest today. How fortunate I was!!
Before I managed to response, I was slow to response because I needed to figure out the method, a passer-by broke in. In order to keep the secret, my buddy flied away without saying goodbye.
Left behind a sweet memory.