The awesomest thing lately that I didn't get a picture of:

The Newark airport food court bird.  Terminal C, to be precise.I was purchasing a juice when I noticed a sparrow hopping around under the food court tables , weaving confidently among feet and luggage."Hey, there's a bird in here!" I announced.  "Oh yes, he comes here every day," said the juice lady.Right away I started to negotiate the awkward balance between trying to capture a picture of the bird by running around after it  with my phone outstretched, and trying to not look like a crazy fool while I did it, since maybe not everyone could see the bird, or sympathize if they did.  An airport is not the wisest place to be acting like a crazy fool.I did not get a picture of the bird, although it swooped right past about two feet from me at knee height to investigate under the table of someone opening a burrito (good choice), and disappointed, hopped right across the concourse to another sandwich eater, effortlessly avoiding the steady crowd of walking people.I am in wonder of small individuals like this that completely and totally adapt to the artificial environments that our species creates, and learn so much about our behaviour in order to thrive.  A five-year-old of our species could not negotiate a crowd of cross traffic so well, nor perceive so quickly who in the room was opening a package of food, as opposed to a beverage, or sitting without eating.But this sparrow, at some point, "decided" airport=awesome.  No predators, unlimited food, just a few idiosyncratic human patterns  to get used to.  Through observation, a piece of cake.  Speaking of which, that wrapper sounds like the ones muffins come in...