April 5th, 2011

Well that was an interesting way to wake up

This morning I woke up fairly suddenly (and far too early) to a weird noise. It sounded like some weird broken whistling noise, and something banging on my windows. I listened for a bit, decided I was imagining it, and tried to go back to sleep.

Whistle! Bang bang bang. Whistle! Bang bang bang. "Wow, that sounds like a bird. What the heck?" I tried to figure out how a bird could have gotten into my loft. As my brain came online I remembered that I had one window open just a crack, maybe two or three inches but no more. There's no way that there could be a bird in my loft.

One more series of whistlebangs and I was out of bed to check it out. The cats were enthralled by something! I followed their gaze, and found the culprit.

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I'm not proud of this next thought. "There's a goddamned bird in my motherfucking loft." Yeah, OK, but in my defense I'm not usually awake at 7:30 in the bloody morning. However, for my next step I did what any normal person would do: I grabbed the nearest camera and started taking pictures.

Apparently this is a mourning dove. Mostly he just sat there on the window sill, but every now and then he would fly around for a few seconds, banging up against the window. He didn't seem the least bit bothered by my presence, and I was able to get the camera to within a few inches of him.

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At one point, he flew down to the floor and parked there for a bit. The cats were fascinated by this, but seemed to be more curious than hungry.


Boo wandered off shortly after that, but Peek hung out watching. She was easily distracted, though.

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After about half an hour of my being awake, the bird found its way to the open window, flew off, and perched on the building across the courtyard.