One morning in early March, hubby and I were awakened, very early, by an aggressive tapping at one of the windows of our bedroom. It turned out to be a small bird attacking the window. Under the assumption that it’s male, we figured he was attacking the image of that other male bird it saw in the reflection of the window. Hubby got the bright idea of covering that window with a trash bag so that the bird wouldn’t see its reflection, and so the attacks would stop. However, the bird discovered that that other male was to be found in other windows of the bedroom, and so started attacking them as well. As we don’t want to blot out the sunlight from our bedroom, covering the windows was clearly not going to be a good solution to this problem.
The week that the bird started its attacks on our windows was my spring break, which was also the week I had minor surgery (a planned coincidence), so I was home all week. During that time, the bird made a reconnaissance of the entire house and discovered that other male bird in every other window of the house, attacking all of them. Over the course of the day, he never let up. I wondered if he ever took breaks to eat. I wondered how he would ever have the energy to actually forage for food, considering all the energy he was expending at our windows. Of course, he didn’t attack at night, but from the break of day to twilight, he would be at some window or other attacking it. When I do laundry in the basement, I hear tapping, look up, and see the bird attacking the basement window, which is a ground level.
Now, nearly two months later, he’s still at it. I’ll admit that he’s slacked off quite a bit, but he still wakes me up. I’m hoping that this will not continue all summer long. I’m assuming that it’s a seasonal surge of testosterone that’s causing this behavior, and once mating season is over, he’ll leave the windows alone.
I’m sure there’s metaphor in here somewhere. Maybe it’s the implacable life force reasserting itself this spring, despite the COVID-19 crisis. Maybe it’s the Sisyphean task of attacking the windows every day to no avail, only to have to do it again the next day. Maybe it’s the hopeless quest of storming the high castle, which is much too strongly built and well guarded to fall to such an attack. Maybe it’s the stupid and pointless things that males do when they’re intoxicated with testosterone. Maybe the tale would make cute children’s book?
I don’t know. What do you think?
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