The way that bird looked at me. Stared. Not with it's head cocked to the side but straight ahead, riveted.
Can that be Uncle Jed? I thought. Come back as a bird?
My uncle was a crotchety, mean old-timer but he loved birds. Built beautiful bird houses after he retired. Used to walk through the woods and do bird calls.
As I said, I suspected but was never sure.
Till that one day that bird, still staring at me, said "of course it's me, you idiot!"