When I was a kid I liked to play a piano piece called "Little Robin Redbreast." The words went something like this:
Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon my windowsill
Cocked his shiny head and said,
'Get up, you sleepy head!' (great poetry!)
I had never had a robin sit on my windowsill and it sounded exotic somehow. Well, now it's happened! One morning I awakened to a loud pecking noise, hastily got up and discovered a robin sitting on the windowsill in Patricia's room (She doesn1t live here anymore, but I still call it "Patricia's Room"). The bird would perch a while, then wildly flap its wings while flying at its reflection in the window glass. Then it would peck at the glass again. Peck and perch. Peck and perch. This has been going on for months while our relationship has gone nowhere! I kind of enjoy the visits except for the mess it leaves behind. I got this picture by waiting quietly in the room for it to return. I haven't been able to come up with a suitable name. Maybe someone can help me.