More Birds

Folks, I realize that it's not the most exciting thing to read about someone's encounter with birds, but I'm starting to feel like I'm in my own Hitchcock film.

If I've got the office door open, there's a bird gonna fly in.

And I hate to be a birdist, I have to tell you that there are differences in intelligence in birds based on species. Bluejays? Yes they are mean (we saw one attacking a cat the other day), but they respond well to a firm if somewhat anxious "Oh, no! No!" They don't even land, but hover, hear and leave.

It's the little ones that are more of a problem. The sparrows are as dumb as the dirt they peck in. I've had more than my fair share of sparrows land in my office, alighting either on my wicker chair or the scruffy welcome mat and I can't get the damn thing to leave. I talk. I wave. I talk and wave. They look at me as if I am just some nonthreatening curiousity. (which is true, but still. That's a dumb response from wildlife)

Nonetheless, I have a serious fear of one flying deeper into the office and then freaking out and somehow either attacking me or getting stuck in my hair.

It's not logical. I know.

But it's freakyass, all these birds coming in here. And I'm not even going to talk about the ones I've heard thunk into the windows.