I am THE One! Lookie Me!

Perhaps it has something to do with how I live my life or sing (hum) my songs or clean my house or cook my food or grow my flowers.  Living here sometimes makes me think I am in the Alfred Hitchcock movie, The Birds.  Last year the male cardinal spent a good part of his mornings (early) trying to get into the house.  Tapping at the windows and smearing green caterpillar guts all up and down my windows as a bribe...perhaps you will remember this post on my other blog?  It was as if he was in fighting mode against his reflection but there was some question on my part about why he was bringing me food...?

Well this spring I am getting another regular visitor.  The tapping in the mornings  (and sometimes throughout the day) is gentler but quite regular on my deck windows and around the house at the front windows.  There is no smeary food on the windows thus far, just bird spit!  At first I thought this female bluebird was just a little twitter-pated (a Walt Disney-Bambi term) and had gotten lost behind the flower pot after flying at the window.  I had watched her flitting and flirting like an aerial break-dancer with her mate high in the trees in my back yard for several afternoons prior to this.

"There has got to be an open window here somewhere!"

She was not cowering beneath this dianthus plant as if she had seen a hawk, but was looking around as if she was 'window-shopping' if you will pardon the necessary pun.  I quickly got my camera and even did a video or two which I may find time to post someday.

(I hear you knocking, but you can't come in...)

She was not camera shy but landed on the door handle and then proceded to continue to knock at the window...see the bird spit?  I was a little intimidated by this intense stare I was getting.  But her stare toward me was nothing compared to her mate's slightly panicked look at her odd behavior.  The weather was turning colder and started to rain on this day and he pretended he did not know her as he flew off to shelter in the high trees.

"I will never understand that female!"

"Hey!  Open the door! It's raining out here!"

She hung in there persistently for a while longer tapping at the window as the rain started.  Was she waiting patiently for me to open the door and let her in?  Then why did she fly away when I did?  I guess I will never really understand birds in the spring.