Avian altercation!  A chirpity-chirpity ruckus erupted at my fifth floor windowsill this morning … two sparrows were biting and plucking at a third.  The aggressors had darker head coloring; the victim’s was lighter — I’m guessing this means it was either a female or a juvenile?

I tapped the glass pretty hard, and the bad birds took off.  Then this beleaguered bird-twerp hung out for a minute and actually looked at me as if in acknowledgment.  (Yeah, the picture quality is cruddy, but you can see the little fluff-nugget looking at me.)

I started searching my memory for a bird-themed superhero I could then proclaim myself to be … but both Marvel’s “Falcon” and Michael Keaton’s “Birdman” (2014) seemed fairly lame.  My girlfriend, who is ever more cultured than I am, invoked Walt Whitman instead:

“I sound my barbaric ‘YAWP’ over the roofs of the world!!!”