Pretty cute, huh? Trevor frequents the monstrously huge1 pussywillow bush outside of my bedroom window.
Now meet Ambrose.
Ambrose is Trevor's little friend. If you're not bird-savvy, Trevor is a Northern Cardinal (Cardinalis cardinalis) and Ambrose is a Tufted Titmouse (Baeolophus bicolor). My kids can't pronounce Cardinalis cardinalis or Baeolophus bicolor, so I've named these little guys Trevor2 and Ambrose3.
Trevor and I go way back, you see. A couple weeks ago, I was minding my own business, getting some laundry from my bedroom, with the curtains wide open to let in some light. That's when I saw Trevor, peacefully perched on a branch just outside my window. I've always liked cardinals, and I stopped what I was doing for a moment to watch the little guy and listen to his chirpy song.
Suddenly and without warning, Trevor turned towards the window and flew right at it.
Hey, Trevor! I thought we were friends.
Enter Ambrose.
Ambrose had been hopping around on some branches far from the window, but after Trevor's erratic display, Ambrose didn't want to be outdone. He took a flying leap towards the window, too.
Several acquaintances suggested that Trevor saw his reflection in the glass and became confused. Some suggested taping a picture of a predatory animal on the outside of the window to scare him off, which would, of course, involve the opening of the window. As I have dealt with more than my fair share of insane birds flying into my house when I open a door or window, I opted to close the blind instead. It worked for a while, but the next day, I opened it again to let in more light. I can't stand for my room to be a dark cave with no sunlight. It wasn't long before I peeked outside and saw this.
It has now been exactly two weeks, and Trevor is currently sitting on my bedroom windowsill. Ambrose is still fluttering around in the branches. I saw another Tufted Titmouse in the branches today and Faustina suggested I name him Ambrose, too, since we can't really tell them apart. Trevor, Ambrose, and Ambrose may be permanent springtime additions around here, unless Trevor can find a nice lady to calm him down.
Even when I close the blind, I often hear a little tap and the flapping of wings that means Trevor is near. He might have some unresolved anger issues. Or maybe he's just a birdbrain.
1 It is taller than a two-story house. Yowza.
2 Bit of trivia: the meaning of the name "Trevor" is "from the big settlement."
3 Ambrose means "immortal," which does not bode well for me.
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