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The open window was an invitation. I hopped across the sill, fluttered down onto the cool tiled balcony floor, and surveyed the ascent. A tall wrought-iron railing stood between me and the sky. Step one: hop. Claws locked onto the lowest horizontal bar. Cold iron. Solid. Step two: climb. Rung by rung, neck craned forward, beak anchoring each upward pull. Clink, scrape, up. Finally, the top rail. A breathtaking vantage point. Down below, distant bicycles rolled by like clockwork toys. Right next to my perch, a hinged wooden clothespin clamped a trailing cord. Head tilt left. Head tilt right. I tapped its metal spring coil with my hooked beak. Snap-click! Splendid vibration underfoot. The world outside is vast.