I was heating up my new Pro-Melt (yes, Virginia, there was a leetle bit of smoke), then I charged the pot and turned it up to 650 (eleven! eleven!). While standing there, arms crossed and contemplating the infinite, a small bird, about wren sized, with a tan line under each eye, landed on my casting table.
Stood there, looking down, without moving. Then it moved.. thought it flew off.. it didn't. Felt a slight tugging at the right pocket of my apron. It was perching on the hem... Then I looked down and uncrossed my arms, it flew off about four feet, landed, then flew off.