Hello. This is a TDB fast-breaking news flash. I'm your reliable doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel. (Oh, and I have a tennis ball squeaky toy too!)
My humans went out for a little while this afternoon. As soon as they arrived home and parked in the driveway, and before they even turned the engine off, a goldfinch zoomed out of nowhere, and started attacking the rear view mirror on the passenger side.
Dad had his hand on the door opener, and the little yellow birdie landed on the window. And then, BLAM! He threw himself at the mirror!
Doesn't he look fierce?
|Hey, what are you looking at?|
All that haze on the mirror is from him pooping, and then smearing it around when he smashes himself into it. He doesn't seem to be getting hurt by doing this. But apparently he's been busy for quite a while!
|What a mess!|
Hey, maybe he thinks it's a portal to another universe! After all, it says objects in mirror are closer than they appear.
Of course we have links to some scholarly information about goldfinches and their activities if you want to know more about them.