Here’s mine:
Mozart had a pet starling, and when it died he arranged for a full funeral and burial, and composed a poem in memory of his bird, which he read at the service.
Here’s mine:
Mozart had a pet starling, and when it died he arranged for a full funeral and burial, and composed a poem in memory of his bird, which he read at the service.
It’s called Photic sneeze reflex. I experience that when leaving home on a sunny day.