Gift?

Could it be a gift from Them?

Nesting material. On the little table. By my cabin door: a clotted pile of fir needles etc as from a squirrel drey sat this morning next to a twisted limb I found interesting and placed there a couple of days ago.

Where Hummingbird comes to collect  my silver-blonde-mousey-ashen hairs tangled in the doormat’s plastic whiskers.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

Penny. Marble. Dandelion flower.

No recent wind to explain it. No visible drey up above.

But how do they know it’s my birthday?