A new little friend

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

The other day, John was sitting at the computer in the living room when he heard a strange tap, tap tapping. He couldn’t figure out where it was coming from at first, but the noise persisted, and he tracked it down to this little guy:

He’s decided to sit on the transom window over our front door. Sometimes he taps, sometimes he just sits there, looking like he’s watching us, and every once in a while he flies to perch in the tree in our front yard. We haven’t figured out what he wants, but he’s been back every afternoon since. He’s our new little birdy friend.