The crows started it. I noticed that they often played in the puddle that formed in a rock garden next door when it rained. I like the crows; they’ve rewarded my frequent conversation attempts with keeping my roof moss and twig free, and when they’re feeling really social, they bring me dead things.
You dream of a couch, but have no idea how your vague inkling of a couch will actually work in your living space. Or you go to a furniture store, measurements in hand, looking to acquire a table, but walk away unsure whether said table will look all wrong, even if it technically fits in…