This is Mr. Coo Coo Clock Cardinal. He's been at my window for about 5 days now... the first few hours were beautiful and I thought for sure he was just eating bugs out there joyously while singing. Then 24 hours passed and he was still at it, increasing his bravery, singing, and pecking hard at the glass. By day three I was about to lose my f-en mind because before the rooster could even crow Mr. Cardinal was banging at my window like an Alfred Hitchcock movie at it's frightening climax. I wondered if he was going to actually break the glass and when I shoo'ed him away he went and begin rounds of every window on the house - pecking in perfect strategic patterns (swoop down past right pane, bang the hell out of left pane, swoop to bamboo, sing, move on the next set of windows...). The cats inside the house were jumping in the air, but that didn't stop Coo Coo Clock - he just went on obsessing over that mysterious bird reflecting back to him in the window- from sunrise to sun down, rain or shine. Sometimes I don't know if he makes me sad or if I want to hold a cat out the window in his predictable path to catch him and put a deadly end to the insanity. He's made me laugh, he's made me cry, Coo Coo has made me even beg for mercy.Gawd help me to not wanna kill him. What do you do with a bird gone Edgar Allen Poe's the raven on ya ?
xoxo
This is Mr. Coo Coo Clock Cardinal. He's been at my window for about 5 days now... the first few hours were beautiful and I thought for sure he was just eating bugs out there joyously while singing. Then 24 hours passed and he was still at it, increasing his bravery, singing, and pecking hard at the glass. By day three I was about to lose my f-en mind because before the rooster could even crow Mr. Cardinal was banging at my window like an Alfred Hitchcock movie at it's frightening climax. I wondered if he was going to actually break the glass and when I shoo'ed him away he went and begin rounds of every window on the house - pecking in perfect strategic patterns (swoop down past right pane, bang the hell out of left pane, swoop to bamboo, sing, move on the next set of windows...). The cats inside the house were jumping in the air, but that didn't stop Coo Coo Clock - he just went on obsessing over that mysterious bird reflecting back to him in the window- from sunrise to sun down, rain or shine. Sometimes I don't know if he makes me sad or if I want to hold a cat out the window in his predictable path to catch him and put a deadly end to the insanity. He's made me laugh, he's made me cry, Coo Coo has made me even beg for mercy.Gawd help me to not wanna kill him. What do you do with a bird gone Edgar Allen Poe's the raven on ya ?
xoxo
