The large jet-black bird landed on the railing roughly six feet from where he stood. The feathers shimmering like a black mirror as it's wings folded in on it's sides. The bird cocked it's head to one side and looked directly at him.
Taken aback by both the sudden appearance of such a large bird and the way it looked directly at him, he crouched a little as if he might have to jump out of the way of a sudden attack.
He gathered himself together and, realizing he had the weight advantage, stared right back at the...Raven? Crow? He wasn't quite sure what type of large black bird it was, but he was fairly sure it wasn't a sparrow.
Raven. He settled on it being a raven, as he understood that ravens were the larger of the two birds, and this bird was definitely large - it was at least two feet in total height if it was an inch.
The bird stood it's ground, or rather, it's spot on the railing. Thinking the bird might be looking for something to eat, he glanced around the immediate area but did not see anything that might be appealing to a raven.
Looking at the bird again he formed the impression that the bird didn't actually look hungry, but rather, the bird looked concerned. The raven seemed to be looking at him as his mother used to look at him when she was worried he wasn't happy or full or comfortable.
For unknown reasons he suddenly felt that he needed to reassure the large bird that he was doing okay, that everything was fine. So he did.
"Hey man, appreciate you stopping by. Life's going alright, ya' know. Things are good. Hope the same is true for you."
The raven tilted his head forward a little as he spoke, appeared to nod slightly, then turned away and took flight, heading off toward the western horizon.
He didn't know what to make of it. Odder things had happened though, so he just shrugged his shoulders and got back to the job at hand.
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