Are you going to frame it?
In other news, I had a long conversation with a Robin yesterday. I was not sure if he was warning me away from his nest, or waiting patiently for me to move from where I had been digging out a large plant. He could investigate the hole for for suitable construction materials, and/or a meal.
Fortunately at that time, no one was walking along the pavement. They would have thought I was talking to my plants. I do talk to the plants, but some peeps find that very amusing. There is also a path along the edge of the field at the end of my back garden. Someone once accused me of talking to the compost heap. That would be very peculiar, as the compost is dead and cannot possibly hear me. I was talking to one of the cats.