The female started a bit of a dance, or was getting rid of bugs, or making some statement that eluded me.
Perhaps she was all aquiver in anticipation of her lover's gestures?
Then she smoothed herself and looked at me in the window...or perhaps looked at her reflection to see if her feathers were all smoothed out?
The male decided to do a little "s-wing" dancing and was certainly more Fred Astaire than she was Ginger Rogers in his grace.
This lasted a while and then he flew to the window and raced up and down it for three or four times before falling unceremoniously into the geranium pot.
Eventually, they both decided to get a closer look at me in my pajamas and perched on the door handle.
Yes, they have spit all over the windows and I will have to wash them again when they are finished with this mating ritual. (They were at the windows again this morning and through mid-day..one would think they had better things to do if they want to start a family!