There's two parks in the city I like to go to. The park today hugs one of two major rivers in the city. (My other favourite park hugs the other.) I usually bring a blanket and something to read. I only stay for an hour or two before it's time to go home.
While I was reading, a bird thought my toes were branches and landed on them. It was a weird sensation, but if I had known it was a bird (my book was obscuring my view), I would have tried to stay still so it could perch for awhile. Instead it flew to the nearest tree, and I went back to reading.