follow that...

oh, lordy.

so. i don't particularly care for birds. they tend to make me a little nervous. and uncomfortable. thankfully, i don't live in an area overpopulated by birds [i.e. near the beach.] although, maybe i'd be used to them a bit more of they were around more [note: i do not actually believe this, nor do i wish to test this theory.]

this morning, a bird [pigeon, i would guess] flew into my office window. twice. he has since decided to camp out on the ledge of said window. he's just chilling out. hanging around. WATCHING ME. blinking.



birds blink a lot.

i. am. not. pleased.
in fact, i'm feeling a wee bit queasy.

i'm a little worried that he's injured [although, i did look at him through the window and found no visible sign of blood, etc.] which will result in about 247853 of his bird friends coming to his bird aid to help him out. unless he's a loner. which sort of makes me sad. although, i'd prefer it to having an army of birds camped out on the ledge, nursing him back to health.

if ever there was a moment where i've felt my life has become a hitchcock movie, this would certainly be it.

UPDATE:
he just flew away. i think he sensed that he wasn't wanted.
either that, or he's pissed because i won the staring contest.