At first light the viburnum by the fence set out a tasting for waxwings. The berries waited in a polite row, and each guest was offered exactly one red bead.
We asked at the kiosk. I thought they were choosing earrings, said a woman buying sunflower seeds, until I saw the tiny leaf napkins. It was only breakfast manners.
The park keeper pinned a card to the fence: one bead each, please say which red is kinder today, visitors may whisper well done.