Robin on a rampage

            Our house is under siege. For three days now, a robin (female?) has been obsessively barraging the windows from every direction. This is not your average bird- flies-into-a-window situation. I’ve seen the kamikaze slam and drop, heard about bloodied grouse and shards of glass sprayed over living room sofas.
            This is different. First this robin (we assume it’s one robin, surely they haven’t all gone mad) woke us at dawn, flapping, bumping, skittering at the north-facing bedroom windows for at least an hour. Later she came after the east-side kitchen windows. Yesterday her barrage came from the south, smearing and speckling the plate-glass door. Finally she hit the west side. Today she almost caused an accident with her assault on the tiny bathroom window, inches from where I sat. Briefly, she perched on the sill, peering about with her beady little bird eye.
            What does she want? Jonathan speculated that she might be a (very insistent) visitor/messenger from the spirit world. Should we let her in? I vote no.
            Not sure what to do other than leave her to self-destruct, naturally select herself out of the reproductive pool. If she procreates, it could turn into a Hitchcock movie.
 
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