A birdie with a yellow bill ...

... hopped up onto my window sill!
     I lured him in with a piece of bread ...
... and then ...

     The weirdest thing happened this afternoon.  I was eating lunch on one end of the couch, watching some vapid zombie movie on SyFy.  Tasha was tucked into the other end of the couch, asleep and dreaming of all the rabbits and squirrels she's never been able to catch.
     Suddenly, a loud noise, something hitting the back of the house.  Tasha woke immediately and looked at me.  Investigation was called for.  Investigation revealed nothing.  I went back to lunch and zombies, Tasha went back to sleep.
     About an hour later I discovered the source of the noise.
     It seems that two little gray birdies, you know, the ones who neither toil nor do they spin, and who had never watched a Windex commercial, navigated their little birdie selves directly into the glass on the French doors on the back of the house.  They were both DOA and their sad little corpses were dispensed with using a dustpan and a quick flick of the wrist, into the side yard where they will lie in state until they are discovered by some unknown nocturnal carnivore.
     Idiot birds.

     Love to eat them birdies.
          Birdies what I love to eat!
     Chew they tiny heads off,
          Nibble on they tiny feet.
     (Apologies to R. Kliban, true creator of the LOLCats)