The Birds: Part 2

There we were at work today, Gretchen and I, in downtown Austin in our spacious "atrium" (what used to be the lobby before it got made into the area for our desks). It has a 2-story ceiling and a 2-story bank of windows along one side of it, and Gretchen's desk abuts part of the glassed-in front area as well. Out of the blue she said, "What is up with the birds this year? They keep flying into the windows!"

So it appears that it is, at the least, a city-wide phenomenon. I told her about our birds at home, and Hugh's blog entry of the other day and Nell's response. Tres bizarre, as they say in France (about les oiseaux et les fenetres, undoubtedly).

Maybe their little brains are addled by the heat. Maybe it is a mass bird-suicide protest attempt along the lines of beached whales and dolphins. Maybe it's Hitchcock come to life and they're aiming at our heads, only those darn clear flat things keep getting in the way and foiling their dastardly plot.