For the second morning in a row, I have witnessed a bird brain in action. As I sat in the living room gazing out of the window wondering what happened to the sleep that I had been enjoying so much before I was so rudely awakened, I saw this robin being very silly way across the street. S/he would sit on the railing and fly into the window (follow the path of the red arrow in the photo). Again ... and again ... and ... so on ...
This used to happen to us back in Sarnia too. There was a demented robin who would fly himself into our kitchen window, hour and hour, day after day. Cuppa took to hanging tin foil pie plates and other miscellany, and those items or time caused the silly bird to turn to other pursuits.
It's always robins, never any other birds in my experience. I've had a few budgies in my younger days, and they always seemed to possess a certain intelligence. And we surmise that parrots possess some smarts because they can talk a blue streak.
You've heard the old saying, "I must have been around the corner when the looks (or talents or whatever) were passed out," but methinks that the original robin was around more than a dozen corners when bird brains were being distributed.
