Sexy Nerd and I recently had a disagreement about a smudge on one of our windows. I said it was the result of an unfortunate bird. He said I was out of my mind.
I think you know where I'm going with this.
The smudge was just a smudge, caused by an indistinguishable source...until I snapped a photo of it at just the right angle.
We never did find a bird, so either it was okay and flew off or, more likely considering how hard it must have walloped our window to leave that smudge, another animal came by and took advantage of the easy meal. Coyotes and bobcats are common in our new neighborhood. At a certain point, I expect they'll start hanging out in our yard, waiting for our picture windows to serve up more tasty snacks.
Yesterday, while chatting with Sexy Nerd in our kitchen, a flash of yellow smacked another window. He didn't notice and I thought it had been a large butterfly. I went outside to investigate and found the cutest, teensiest yellow bird on the ground, unlike any I'd ever seen before. He was okay, thank goodness, and he stared at me a few moments before flying off. He seemed to be thinking Are you kidding me with these windows, lady? F you. I tried not to judge him too harshly, given the situation.
My strategy is going to be to leave them all dirty. You know me and my love of cleaning, but I'll just need to resist the urge to clean any windows, ever. That should help the birds, right?
I think you know where I'm going with this.
The smudge was just a smudge, caused by an indistinguishable source...until I snapped a photo of it at just the right angle.
Do you see it?
Poor Tweety.
We never did find a bird, so either it was okay and flew off or, more likely considering how hard it must have walloped our window to leave that smudge, another animal came by and took advantage of the easy meal. Coyotes and bobcats are common in our new neighborhood. At a certain point, I expect they'll start hanging out in our yard, waiting for our picture windows to serve up more tasty snacks.
Yesterday, while chatting with Sexy Nerd in our kitchen, a flash of yellow smacked another window. He didn't notice and I thought it had been a large butterfly. I went outside to investigate and found the cutest, teensiest yellow bird on the ground, unlike any I'd ever seen before. He was okay, thank goodness, and he stared at me a few moments before flying off. He seemed to be thinking Are you kidding me with these windows, lady? F you. I tried not to judge him too harshly, given the situation.
My strategy is going to be to leave them all dirty. You know me and my love of cleaning, but I'll just need to resist the urge to clean any windows, ever. That should help the birds, right?