Until Monday, these birds were irritating the crap out of me. My God, I would think, how stupid ARE these birds? How many freaking times do they have to hit the glass before they figure it out - you can't get in here, you morons? And what the heck is in here that they want so badly? Don't they know when to admit defeat? Any intelligent person (or bird) would realize by now; it just ain't gonna happen, buckos. LET IT GO. Move on.
And also, they are shitting all over the window. And the fence.
I think about them all the time now. Except when I am thinking about what on earth might be happening in my body, or how we are going to find the money for additional IVF cycles, and how terrified I am that I will have another miscarriage, or never be successful at all, or trying to stop crying. Again. I keep thinking about the birds and their foolish determination to get in here, no matter what.
Forty-one times I have thrown myself at the window and hit the ground outside. Any reasonable person (or bird) would start to think, doesn't she get it? Doesn't she understand that it's just not going to happen? How much more does she have to shit on the window before she realizes that she's still on the ground, outside, dazed and cold and with a massive headache?
I heard the birds again this morning and I lay in bed and thought, keep trying, guys. Keep going. If I could open the window for you, I would. Shit all you want. I'll clean it up later.
Someday they'll move on, I suppose. Not anytime soon, I hope.