I joined in to observe.
“When he returns, she leaves. They like muffins a lot,” Dave beamed.
“Whatever makes them happy,” I replied.
“This porridge doesn’t make me happy.”
“It’s healthier for you. Only a bit more to finish.” I lifted a spoonful towards him.
Next time I visit, my elderly friend would recount a new episode in the life of the young family; a family of crows. How they fly from a neighbour’s tree and land on his patio for tasty tidbits.
The focus of his pastime.