I am sitting in the backyard of my old family home in Toronto. It is twilight. A large black bird is sitting on the fence. There is a sense that we know one another. I look at it, and this confrontation of the eyes provokes its anger. It attacks me, and I, crossing my arms over my face, defend myself. The attack is vicious, repeated, trying to poke out my eyes with its long beak. I successfully defend myself.
Then I understand that this confrontation is a test to remind me of things I'd forgotten, and to make me stronger.