We've adopted a new pet.... well, it's more like we've been adopted by a forlorn robin. For the past month, our friendly neighborhood wanna-be rooster has been crashing into Mom and Dad's bedroom window almost every day starting at 6:15am. And not just a "Whoops, excuse me," kind of bump. These are head-banging, beak-rattling, monster truck collisions that happen 3 or 4 times in a row until Dodo (appropriately named, don't ya think) loses his momentum and flies back to his perch on the fence post 4 feet away. He huffs and puffs and tries again. And again. And again. The first two days we felt sorry for the guy. He must have been scared of his reflection. But after one morning of 200-300 mid-air collisions with himself, he lost all sympathy on this side of the window. Kyra laughs hysterically each time he flattens himself up against the glass, leaving smears and feathers behind to mark his short-lived victory.
By the third day, we could barely see out the top half of the window because it was so dirty. The kids put up pictures of cats, owls, snakes, and a green witch (going for the scare tactic). Dodo really didn't care. Even with a huge cobra staring him in the face he came back for more humiliation and beak squashing. Shiny foil didn't do squat, and surprisingly, the pink striped pajama pants made him even more agitated. Who knew? One week after first crashing (into) our party he started snooping around other windows, pecking until someone bangs back and scares him away.After four weeks in this one-sided relationship, we would prefer that Dodo find a cute little chick to call his own (in another yard) instead of repeatedly ramming our house every 3-4 minutes. Feathers stuck to the window are not helping beautify the view of our neighbor's dining room. The fowl is in obviously bird-brained and if he wants to self-inflict brain damage, it is his right to do so. If you'd like to trade any of your indigenous wildlife for this misguided woodpecker who is determined to take himself out of the gene pool, the only request we have is that our new pets be a slightly more intelligent species than those that currently surround us.
O.K., that is just hilarious! I can't believe it happens EVERY day. That's so funny!
ReplyDeleteWe don't want your crazy bird, but you could adopt a few of our frogs if you want. They croak all night and sound a lot like a huge chorus of crickets outside our window. I love it. They just arrived this year and we've lived here for eight now. They are smart when they hide in the grass and lay down flat when Travis mows over them. Not on purpose, of course. They are little silver dollar sized guys.
I've never heard anything like this...
ReplyDeleteYou need to seriously get some video footage of this and send it in to America's Funniest Home Videos. It's sure to earn some money for Sada's recovery fund.
An unusual gift from heaven, I know, but as the saying goes: "Never look a gift horse in the mouth."
:-)