Indescribable Part 2

My friend Meagan was the first to play and have her lesson.  While the clinician was talking to her, I noticed my violin teacher nudge my friend's mom and look out the window.  I assumed that she was looked at my bird, so I turned to take a peek.  Just then, he sprang off his perch on the top of the building across the courtyard  and swooped down across the open space.  I stared at his as he rushed toward our building and had a moment panic when I was sure that he was going to crash.  However, just as it seemed that he was plunging to his death, he extended his wings out to their fullest and soared up on a breeze, right across our windows.

It was possibly one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.  He was magnificent.  He had such a huge wingspan, full of red and golden feathers that reflected the sun.  Of course, everyone let out a collective gasp, and Meagan shouted "Sarah, it's your bird!"  

But the best part is that he didn't go away.  He landed on the broad ledge right outside the window, strutted around, peeked in the window, and ruffled his golden feathers.  Everyone stopped to look at him, oohing and ahhing.  I had this feeling of warm pride well up inside. "Ha!  I told you so!  I told you he was incredible!"  And then came the best part of all.  My music bag was leaning up against the glass, so I lost sight of him for a few moments.  Suddenly, a cocked head stuck out from behind the bag, and looked around with eyes the colour of butterscotch as if to say "Hey, this room is usually empty right about now!"  Then, with real intelligence in his face, he turned and looked me straight in the eyes.  He just stood there looking at me.  And then, he flew away.