As I was reaching in to feed my canary, he fluttered past me to freedom.

In a moment of panic, I shouted at the dogs and rushed them out the door before they could snack on him. Then I grabbed my camera and snapped away while he posed on the edge of a pot near the window (and nibbled from the orange trees that my daughter is growing).

It was the first time in the two years since I’ve had him that he’s stayed still long enough to capture him.