What is it?
It kind of looks a little spooky, doesn't it? I mean, in the right light, and under the right circumstances, upon seeing something like this, one could easily scream out with the sort of panic that would make Alfred Hitchcock squeal with glee.
Yes! It's a bird. You'll notice it's got a beak. However, I did not snap a picture as this confused bird was plowing itself into my window. Trust me, I have better things to do than sit around with my camera in hand waiting for some daft, old bird to come along and smash into the house. Nope. I was sitting around watching a grueling game of golf on TV.
Anyway, now that we know it's a bird, what the hell is the bird doing, you ask? Well, let me give you a hint.
I'm sure you're all familiar with the concept of a salad-bar, right? If you're not, well... I don't know what to tell you. But, at these salad bars, they tend to hide the bacon bits in the back row. So, if you want yummy, salty, bacon-flavored bits on your salad, you've got to crawl under a bulletproof panel of Lexan known as the "sneeze-guard."
Now, imagine for a moment that you possess absolutely no short-term memory, and, while in persuit of your bacon bits, you forget where you are, and you suddenly find yourself trapped beneath this mysterious barrier that you can see through but can't manage to get past. Obviously, you are going to panic as the realization sets in that you will die in a world of wilted lettuce and ranch dressing.
So, considering that, here's what I saw when I stepped outside earlier:
Yes. That's a bird trapped inside the bird feeder. I'm not sure what his thinking was, but my guess is that he started on this side of the feeder. Then, he saw the seeds on the other side of the feeder, and rather than fly around like a smart flying creature, he decided to crawl beneath the two pieces of plexiglass and stuff himself silly on the crunchy goodness of so many wonderful seeds waiting just on the other side. However, midway through the journey, it would seem that the bird forgot what he was doing, stood up and suddenly realized just how utterly screwed he really was.
Eventualy, I stopped laughing, and I opened the lid and let the poor, dim-witted bird fly free. I didn't expect a thank you or anything, but it would've been nice.