My Kingfisher Neighbor

My kingfisher neighbor finally flew in. I had been luring him with bits of fruit. But it was the first time I had walked away. I should have walked away sooner, I thought. He was a polite lunch guest. He sat quietly, not attempting to devour anything without an invite. I had fed him from the window but did not know how close I dared get. I did not want to scare him. I walked a bit closer, watching him closely. He nodded and flew off. Deciding this was his thank you in advance, I peeled off a bit of orange. Placed it outside the window on the ledge. We ate our breakfast in silence, admiring each other. It was more than enough thank you.