When windows attack

"Dude! Window!"

That's a direct (and horrified) quote from about 5 minutes ago, as I turned to see a robin fling itself headlong into the mirrored office window. After he shook it off and seemed fine, I turned back around and returned to the vending machine snack selection process.

Just as I was grabbing my snack, I heard another thud behind me. Aw hell. This time, the old boy didn't make it.

Go with God, Mr. Redbreast. As for me, I'm taking your suicide as a sign that I should go home early.

(Oh, and I really did feel bad for the robin, though the tone of this post isn't very serious. If I had actually seen him throw himself at the window that last time, I'd probably still be crying.)