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This very tiny bird was determined to get into my living room this morning. He kept pecking at the glass and then trying to fly in. If I tapped on the window he was visibly startled, but he didn’t fly away. I put a large stuffed cat in the window, but that didn’t deter him either.
I put a piece of cardboard up, hoping he’d decide that wasn’t a place he could go, but he just kept pecking at the window behind the cardboard. I finally went out front and scared all the birds out of the rhododendron. For now. They’ll be back.
My sweetie is traveling for work, so there is only one person available to pay attention to Madeline and it’s insufficient. I’ve been getting a wet nose to the arm every hour today.
Also, isn’t it time for walkies?
No?
Are you sure?
. . .
How about now?
Luna. Like most Siamese, she looks like an ethereal goddess but has a voice like a doppler-shifted two-stroke chainsaw discovering nails in a fence post.
My mother would love you!
I can still hear her wedding band being banged against the window followed by the sound of her opening the window followed by some expletive filled rant impugning the Bluejay’s heritage several times a day (grackles received similar treatment)
