Not RANDY Johnson. He’s a pitcher (ex-pitcher). Not even Mark the Bird Fidrych. Also an ex-pitcher.
Yesterday I watched two robins outside my window at work.
I am fairly certain they were fighting, or at least trying to demonstrate dominance.
The other choice was one gender trying to fend off the other gender.
The contest involved a bit of dancing around face-to-face, and the jumping into the air with each bird facing the feet to the other, and trying to 1) scratch each other, 2) gouge each other, 3) grab the other’s foot and swing them around – do-si-do.
Today, as I was wandering around the empty office, I heard a noise as I approached a different office, I heard a strange noise. At first I thought it was branches from the adjacent bushes hitting the window in the wind. But after waiting for a gust to repeat the performance (and confirm my theory), a robin appeared at the bottom of the window – having jumped/fluttered up from ground level – attacking the window. I suppose it could have been attacking the cute little figurines (poke-people I think) located adjacent to the window. No – more likely a reflection of an offending robin.
Ain’t spring great.
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