Over twelve months, there will be twelve single birds. only twelve. Barnaby H. Wilson is the second of those birds.

Barnaby H Wilson sits each day in a small  office, quietly thinking. Others nearby are often not aware that he is there, such is his quietness. They do not see him arrive or leave. Whatever is he doing? One evening a passerby sees him sitting in the same place as he had been in the morning. “Would you like me to turn that light on for you?” they ask “It’s awfully dark in here” “No thank you” says Barnaby H Wilson, still as can be and turned toward the wall “The bulb will only light up when I have my very best idea” “That’s very interesting” says the passerby “Is it a very bright bulb?” “I do not know, it has never lit up” replies Barnaby H Wilson in a stoical tone. The room quiets for a moment while the passerby puts their food foil in a bag. “You sit here everyday and wait for an idea and for your bulb” dusting themselves of lunch crumbs from earlier “Have you considered that the bulb might be old or broken... shall I get you another and you can see?” “Oh no.. no thank you” replies Barnaby H Wilson rather anxiously. The passerby sighs a little “It may be the bulb, it may not be that your ideas were not enough.” Barnaby H Wilson, still unmoved “And if it were the bulb and not my ideas then I would have a well lit room” “Yes” says the passerby, eager to assist. “And if I knew it were a broken bulb then I would also have to think of all those ideas that I had and forgot about” Barnaby H Wilson replies “I wouldn’t wish to think of that... I would much prefer to think that one day the bulb will light up.” The passerby nods and bids Barnaby H Wilson goodnight. And there he sits. Ideas and imagination are everything, you may in fact see a glow to Barnaby’s bulb. You may imagine that he had a good idea while you weren’t looking and the bulb lit up while out of sight. Barnaby H Wilson will continue to think of his ideas and his bulb will be what you and he want it to be.