A couple of days ago, last year’s pesky female robin came back to peck at one of the basement windows. It’s a window well and she looks like she might be bringing next materials to it. She’s also beating at the window with her wings, as though she sees her reflection—despite the window film Sena applied to it.
I’m pretty sure this is the same robin who twisted her head around backward, Exorcist style, to stare balefully at me last spring.
She does this during the day. They sleep at night, thank goodness. But at the crack of dawn, she’s out quixotically pecking and flapping at the windows like they’re windmills.
We’re also on the lookout for the house finch pair. They seem to be scouting the covered back porch fan as a likely spot for a nest.
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