Two sparrows sitting on the parking sign edge; no, it is one sparrow and one similarly-sized similarly-colored hob at the top of the sign pole. Sparrow flies off, while hob, remaining, is looked at.
Experiencing a strange bending of reality or dimension, was my first indication that a lens of my glasses had popped out. Never heard anything so it must have landed in the grass.
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