Angry birds

  It's April, so robins bounce around the back yard, doing what robins do.  Swoop, stand, jog for a bit, nab a small worm in the grass.  Repeat.

   But then, distracted from my work, I see one standing in the yard with what looks like a big clump of mud in its beak.  Odd.  

   And then he (it must be a he) flies straightaway into the kitchen window with a loud thunk.  He bounces off and goes right back to the spot in the yard where he was standing before, looking none the worse.  The clump of mud is stuck on the window.

   I don't often say this to robins, but what the fuck?  Is this about the cookies you can see on the counter, which you want left out for you?  You want the bird-feeder back, the one we had years ago?  If you want to talk, then let's talk.  But vandalism will get you nowhere.