For the past four weeks a somewhat confused bird has been attempting to attract a mate by hitting his beak against the bedroom window from dawn to dusk. Everyday. Over and over and over all day. Perhaps he is now somewhat frustrated, or mating season is over, as he has suddenly stopped the continuous beaking/beating on the window and now flutters about aimlessly. While we have all had days when things didn't go as planned, or days when we suddenly went into frenzy mode, no one has had the frustration of this bird. Next time you are somewhat at odds with yourself, stop and think of the yellow bird. At least you're not beating your beak against a large piece of glass. Or are you?
Photo attribution: somewhatfortyplus
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