There is this magpie that likes to visit the window next to my desk. He seems to be in love with his reflection. He's a narcissistic magpie, you could say. At first his amores were rather alarming, to hear all the frantic fluttering against the glass right in the middle of your best concentrations, then they were annoying. How can he be in love with his reflection when the window is so dirty? He must have poor sight. Now, I just think it is a sad testament to the suffering of this poor bird's unrequited love. I guess he can visit my window if it makes him feel better.