When I was very little there was a red jay that used to come to our back porch every day, all summer long. We had a glass sliding door that lead out onto the porch and a wood-railing that wrapped around the porch. Every morning, like clock-work, that bird would perch upon the wood-railing, look at the glass, and then with all his might he would spread his wings and fly head-first into the glass door. He would bounce off the door, then go back, sit on the railing, and do it all over again. Over and over again we would hear the ping, ping, ping of his little beak hitting the glass. He would fly at that glass door from sun-up to sun-down every day until it was time for him to fly South, but we knew he would be back the next summer. For 5 years we saw that bird, he chipped our glass door a few times. For a while we could not understand what he was doing then we figured it out. That bird saw his reflection in the glass and he was trying to fly through the glass and get to himself. A few years ago the red bird stopped coming to our house. I don’t know what happened to him, maybe he died, maybe he finally broke through the glass. I guess well never know, but I’ll never forget the bird who almost broke his neck trying to shatter the reflection he saw of himself.