Back in the day 1950’s, my brother had the 45 rpm record, when he was away I would go into his room and play the record.
I think I must have worn it out.
I was out on the front enjoying the evening sunshine. You will not believe what happened, a House Finch flew up to the back of my walker and sat on my shirt. Just sat there for a minute or so, she then flew down on the porch floor and sat there looking at me.
Must be something to do with the feather thing. LOL