Crazy bird

Last month, Garrett and I were playing in the living room, when we heard a loud thumping. It turned out to be a mockingbird flapping its wings and beating against our window, seemingly trying to get in. It kinda freaked G out, and though I went out on the porch to check, I couldn't find any apparent reason that he was behaving that way. The bird kept at it for a good while, and even had a little air battle with a blue jay that flew onto the porch. The only good thing that came out of the situation was that it provoked a conversation of the origin of Scout's name and why we never kill those birds.