I'm (sort of) used to the random kamikaze dive of the birds when they mistake the reflections of sky and trees for real life, but after I hung my prayer flags across the window in the bathroom, I thought I had eliminated the problem altogether. At least I haven't had to dispose of any corpses recently.
Can you see them? I count four ghost birds. Four. I can see one as a random event, but four? How many birds does it take before the word gets passed along? Apparently more than I would have thought.
Check out the middle one at the bottom. With that wingspan it wasn't a small bird and yet it still flew beneath the flags and smack into the frigging window! If you click on the photo, you can see not only the wings and body, but the tail. That is a bird in full flight. Can you imagine what a shock that must have been? Soaring into the wild blue yonder...then SPLAT. Oh man, what a headache.
Thankfully, as I said, there were no bodies heaped in carnage on the deck, though I think it's safe to say there's at least four birds out in the world with serious issues. Gives a whole new meaning to the word birdbrained, doesn't it?