This is not very interesting at all, but I felt like writing something, so I shall tell you the story of the world's most hard-headed bird...
Last fall, when I was working at home a lot, there would be plenty of days that I'd spend hunched over my work laptop and home computer, simultaneously. I'd be working in our office, (as I am now), with the sun filtering in thru the window near my desk (as I wish it was now).
On one such day, I was working, peacefully, when I heard a huge THUNK which sounded like it came from the dining room, directly below where I sit. I ran downstairs, panicked that something had broken. Yet, nothing was out of place. So, I walked upstairs and got back to work, only to have the same thing happen again and again. A few more trips downstairs and I finally figured out what the noise was...
The world's most hard-headed bird.
Yes, it seems that we have a very dumb bird, with an increasingly hard head living in the bushes outside our house. He apparently is a busy bird, needing frequent breaks sitting on a branch. He can't rest long, though. He must get up soon and head out into the world. However, he apparently has issues telling the difference between our window panes and open air. Often, he'll rush into the window several times in a row -- clearly not learning from the lumps on his head. I wonder - does he see little birdies flying around his head like characters do in old cartoons when they get hit on the head?
Since those sunny days last fall, we've been interrupted many times by this little bird. I've tried washing the windows or making them dirtier, closing the shades or opening them. Nothing makes a difference. This just seems to be the not a very smart member of the aviary class. I'd be slightly worried about the bird, but he seems to still have reasons to sing.
I tried several times this weekend to snap a picture of the little guy (I think he's greyish brown with a little bit of orange), but he seems to know I'm there, and flies away. Odd that he's aware enough to tell that, but he can't tell the difference between open air and a dirty window pane.
I'm wondering if he might migrate north one of these days. Maybe in a few months he'll start pecking on your windows instead. Say hi from me if he does. :)
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