Why is it always (and by saying always, I mean for the 2nd time) when I’m constructing a piano piece, little birds come and chill with me on the yard?

That’s cool, I guess.

Also, my yard isn’t neither front- nor backyard. It’s a midyard.

Midyard in Midgard.

No, the birds I talked with were no puffins, but common house sparrows. Despite that: PUFFINS TALE.

Because they are sympathetic little guys.