This little devil has been hurling himself against my home office window for over a week. I’m guessing he is attacking his own reflected image in the glass. You’d think, after a few bone-jarring *pock*’s into the window he’d figure it out, but no such luck. Every day he keeps it up, smearing his bird juice all over my view.
I taped up an image of an attacking red-tailed hawk to try and dissuade him, but he just adjusted his trajectory and keeps up the attack. He really should be scared, there is a family of hawks a few trees over from here.
Although I admire his pluck and persistence, I’m pretty sure he’s going to kill himself with a few more days of window smacking, and even if he doesn’t, he’s messing up my window something awful. I might just have to put him down myself.
*UPDATE*
Mrs. Pupster went to The Wild Bird Store, and they recommended stick-on hawk silhouettes and reflective tape. We’ll see.
*puts pellet gun back in closet*
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It didn’t sound like he was smiling when he said it to the top of my head, but it hurt too bad to look up (he’s 6′ 5″) to see his face. Apparently, they remove the irony bone in medical school. 
