Winston.

One of my new and weird acquaintances is a young chap named Winston.

He is a bright yellow goldfinch, and has been routinely attacking his reflection in our kitchen windows this week.

I chatted with him as I ate my soup today, although he didn't respond much, exept for doing the same repetitive tap-tap-tap thing. Linus sorta rolled his eyes at him, and promptly took a nap on the wood floor.

But I like Winston. Winston the Window Finch. I know he's just fighting with some non-existant male goldfinch he sees on his territory, but it's for a good cause, in his beady little eyes. Gotta protect his Mrs., who probably thinks he is ridiculous, too.

Oh, well. Soon he'll be busy raising a family, and won't have time to spar with his imaginary friends.