Bird brain!
A post-con update will come soonish, but right now I'm being treated to a live-action demonstration of why "bird brain" is an insult.
The neighborhood robin cannot tell the difference between a reflection and reality, and whenever the sun has risen far enough, it starts to try and fight, fuck, or otherwise fly at its reflection in our bedroom window. Over and over. And over. And over. This started around 6am last Tuesday morning, and presuming it still did the same thing while we were at Norwescon, this has been going on for a week now.
We tried pasting a drawing of a giant pair of eyes in the window to no avail. Now I'm hoping Marty can find a plastic owl at the hardware store before this stupid little creature manages to break its neck.
Dumbest. Bird. EVER.
The neighborhood robin cannot tell the difference between a reflection and reality, and whenever the sun has risen far enough, it starts to try and fight, fuck, or otherwise fly at its reflection in our bedroom window. Over and over. And over. And over. This started around 6am last Tuesday morning, and presuming it still did the same thing while we were at Norwescon, this has been going on for a week now.
We tried pasting a drawing of a giant pair of eyes in the window to no avail. Now I'm hoping Marty can find a plastic owl at the hardware store before this stupid little creature manages to break its neck.
Dumbest. Bird. EVER.