name that superstition
A small grey bird - (my inexpert theory based on a Google search: a warbling vireo) - has taken to periodically flitting from a branch of the tree in my front yard to one of the house's picture windows. Invariably, this act results in the bird bumping against or tapping on the glass, as well as a flurry of soft dusty feathers. I suspect that the creature believes his reflection is, in fact, another bird in another tree, with which he is determined to be united. There is something to be said for the unwarranted but unwavering optimism inherent in this practice, but it still seems to me to be a dangerous way to make friends.