Once as a child, a sparrow fell down the shaft of our house and couldn't fly out. I scaled down and helped it out.
And I like to think its progeny, an entire generation of cultist sparrows have me as their god. Because I want very badly to be adored.
could be they mistook our shaft for yours last year then -
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Perhaps they thought it was Valhalla.