I’ve got major beef with two birds. Yes, birds! Two fluffy-feathered, orange-beaked idiot birds! And No, I’m not out of my mind having beef with birds.
Check this. Every morning, without fail, they crash-land on my east facing bedroom window. Then they begin their non-stop barrage of beak and claws on glass, hell-bent on waking me up. I’m talking about very loud fast paced thudding and scratching until I get up to scare them off. And you know what? This happens every single morning like they’re supposed to be my alarm clock.
So, since they have gotten to be part of my life uninvited, I have also taken the liberty to christen them “The Stoopids” (after my never materializing cartoon series).
My assumption is that the Stoopids are engaged in some form of shadowboxing with their reflections. I guess they are fascinated by their reflections which are probably enhanced by the clarity of the morning sun. Another theory is; maybe they lost some cousins and probably think they’re the reflections in the window, u never know.
See, the Stoopids are not the only culprits though. Scores of other small birds come rapping up my windows too, but they don’t make as much noise. Lately, their numbers have dwindled but then again I suppose they’re losing their natural habitat with ongoing housing developments.
There used to be various exotic and brightly colored birds around my way, none of which I know the names of, except the “kacho-kachos”; and the black-and-red ones I nicknamed the “Ibadou” birds. Lol. They look like they got veils on for real.
Truth is, I would hate to see the Stoopids go but I hate having them banging on my windows every morning.
Check this. Every morning, without fail, they crash-land on my east facing bedroom window. Then they begin their non-stop barrage of beak and claws on glass, hell-bent on waking me up. I’m talking about very loud fast paced thudding and scratching until I get up to scare them off. And you know what? This happens every single morning like they’re supposed to be my alarm clock.
So, since they have gotten to be part of my life uninvited, I have also taken the liberty to christen them “The Stoopids” (after my never materializing cartoon series).
My assumption is that the Stoopids are engaged in some form of shadowboxing with their reflections. I guess they are fascinated by their reflections which are probably enhanced by the clarity of the morning sun. Another theory is; maybe they lost some cousins and probably think they’re the reflections in the window, u never know.
See, the Stoopids are not the only culprits though. Scores of other small birds come rapping up my windows too, but they don’t make as much noise. Lately, their numbers have dwindled but then again I suppose they’re losing their natural habitat with ongoing housing developments.
There used to be various exotic and brightly colored birds around my way, none of which I know the names of, except the “kacho-kachos”; and the black-and-red ones I nicknamed the “Ibadou” birds. Lol. They look like they got veils on for real.
Truth is, I would hate to see the Stoopids go but I hate having them banging on my windows every morning.