There's a dead bird in my front yard. I was minding my own business (not even thinking about the birds flying south for winter) while I was making oatmeal for the little people in the kitchen. When all of a sudden, I heard a thwump! I called out to the kiddies, "What was that?" fully expecting someone to tell me that Bun fell off the bench again. Pookie said, "I don't know. It hit the window and looked like a shadow." And then I knew. Because when we came back from Minnesota there was a dead bird in the back yard. It's about that time of year when birds who aren't as long-suffering as the others flying south give up the ghost by plummeting themselves into my windows.
It could be worse I suppose. I could have an algae problem in my toilets.
Aack holy crap jeepers! Just as I was about to hit "Publish Post" the kids start saying, "Birdies are landing. Whoa! Lots of birdies. Look Mommy!" It's like a scene from The Birds outside my front window now. Maybe they've gathered in memorium of the kamikaze bird. Still ew.