Somedays she puts on her crazy hat and rushes at the patio door like a suicide dancer scratching as she claws her way from bottom to top. Maybe this is the feathered version of the pole dance? Sometimes she just stops and stares a my interior decoration as if she has stumbled upon some bordello.
I chase her away if I am truly annoyed, but she seems to enjoy the interaction with me and laughs when she flies into the woods, so I have given up. I wash the bird spit off the windows every few weeks, and try to ignore this aberrant behavior. If she has built nests and was tending young ones, she must have lots of energy left over.
She seems to reflect this hot and angry summer we have been having with her erratic behavior. We had good rains in July but now we are into high 90F weather with no rain most days, sometimes only an electrical storm; it is harsh. Even the cicadas seem to sing with a rusty, scratchy sound rather than their rhythmic percussion and I hear not a peep from our frogs in the rain fed depression down in the ravine...and I am going to kill this bird as soon as I finish my iced tea.