The Bird At War With My Window
I dully rouse myself and listen to the racket at the window down the hall. It’s only 6:10 in the morning.
For three weeks every late spring as the sun begins its morning ascent, one can hear a sharp tap at our laundry room window nearly simultaneous with a heavy muffled thump and a flutter. The sounds echo in the stillness and are repeated often throughout the day.
I become a bit of a nervous wreck.
Foolishly, I try to fold laundry as I wait. I hide behind the curtain to catch a shot of the troublemaker with my camera, but he always evades me. Just as I am ready to give up the waiting game, for one fleeting moment I see a black beady eye peering in at me from the window ledge outside. My movement startles him and off he goes to the crab tree before I gain composure and capture him. What a strange game we play!
Our territorial Captain Cardinal just attacked a ‘suspicious enemy’ he had spied in the glass (the reflection of himself), and demure Mrs. C is there on the porch pillar rooting him on. Upon seeing me, the ‘red feller’ was off again in a flash.
I am fearful Captain will knock his brains out, but he never harms himself. Can you imagine a bird flying into glass at attack speed?
Oh, no here he comes again!
You poor bird! “GET A LIFE!”
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