Did we tell you Miss Olive moved?

We miss you, Miss Olive.  But, then..that tiny little sparrow perched on the edge of my hanging geranium, not much bigger than an x-large egg, fully feathered but
clearly with inexperienced wings, and who fluttered across the driveway before crash landing, will probably live to perfect his flight in your absence.

'Twas a noble flight, Little Sparrow!