Blue birds, red birds

The clumsy blue bird of happiness flew into my kitchen window Sunday, luckily not very hard, and he got moved to the brush pile while his mate scolded him. Here he is, giving me the eye:

Watch where you are driving, dude!

For some reason the cardinals don't hit my window here, though in New Jersey one actually started pecking the window where he saw his reflection, and I kept having to tape drawings of cats, owls, and clowns to the window to get him to stop. They are not the brightest of birds, except in color.