Every day, all day, he keeps watch. We have a winery that calls its shtoof and burble Calliope, but forget that. The thing to remember about him (and his magenta neck ruff, which he will fly up high and display, with wings outstretched) is that he is not a Canadian bird, or an Okanagan bird or any other thing like that. He is one of the old ones and he’s as small as a dwarf shrew, and that’s small. We’re in his way. Well, unless we plant a rowan. He likes them.