The flippin' bird at the window

I'm figuring it's mating season. For the last four days, this small pecker has been hanging out in front of our kitchen window, flying into his reflection.

He's about as angry as a bird the size of your thumb can be. Has this red comb on his head that sticks up when he swoops in to attack himself. (Not a good picture, but it's the best I can do.) At first it was cute, now we're just waiting for him to kill himself out of stupidity. What was the Jerry Jeff Walker song about the little bird? Ah, thanks Google. The song is called "Little Bird."

Little bird come sit upon my window sill,

Sat there through the falling rain,

I Watched that little bird upon my window sill

Saw my thoughts of you go by again.

...

And then it gets depressing. Here's Kibby, thinking evil thoughts about the little bird that would free her stomach from depression.

Other animal news:

Jimbo the dog has not been eating since Saturday. Found out today that the reason is most likely from complications due to stress from the move. Great. My dog misses Hico as much as I do. Why the hell am I gaining weight?

The neighbors across the street with the dead pick-up that never moves are going for some kind of record:

1. The truck that was dead in front of the house remains there, in the street, never worked on.
2. Today, there was a group of about eight kids in the house's front yard, all on bikes, all watching some dudes work on a motorcycle.
3. The oldest person there, who seemed to be in charge, was passing around a shotgun like some kind of trophy.
4. And at this moment, they've decided they've worked on the motorcycle enough and are trying to kick-start it. The sound is akin to the bass beat you hear from a really stupid car, only completely out of rhythm.