Bird-Brained Bird
A mockingbird smacked into my office window.
I think it was chasing a bug. Don't know for sure, because I wasn't looking. There was a loud bang and I looked up to see it bouncing away. Oh no, I thought. Broken neck.
But, no, it fumbled around a moment or two then fluttered off and alighted on the nearby fence, then sat fluffing it's feathers and staring back at the window as if trying to figure out what happened.
Then it flew back over and landed on the sill, right up next to the window, looking in ... or at it's reflection. Fluttered it's wings, squawked a few times, then flew back to the fence.
Then back again.
Then away.
I think it was chasing a bug. Don't know for sure, because I wasn't looking. There was a loud bang and I looked up to see it bouncing away. Oh no, I thought. Broken neck.
But, no, it fumbled around a moment or two then fluttered off and alighted on the nearby fence, then sat fluffing it's feathers and staring back at the window as if trying to figure out what happened.
Then it flew back over and landed on the sill, right up next to the window, looking in ... or at it's reflection. Fluttered it's wings, squawked a few times, then flew back to the fence.
Then back again.
Then away.
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