We appear to have a mental chaffinch in our garden.
I was making myself a cup of tea this morning, when there was a tapping on the window. I looked round, and found myself face-to-beak with a male chaffinch, who was staring menacingly at me through the glass. Weird, I thought, turning back to my teapot.
The chaffinch took great exception to being ignored in this way: he leapt up and started trying to break through the window. Five or six times, he flew up from the window sill and piled into the glass, pecking and clawing at it as he did so. This bird evidently had an attitude problem.
It took me a while to work out what was going on: he was fighting his own reflection, the stupid twat.
It must be getting near spring.