Bob was sitting at the kitchen table yesterday doing some school when he glanced out the window. He saw a dove fly off the branch of our tree and directly into our glass front door! When he was telling me this I was incredulous. I KNOW without a shadow of a doubt that the door is not so clean as to make it invisible. There are smeared fingerprints all over it.
Bob said, “No Mom, the big door was closed behind the glass door. The bird couldn’t have thought he was going to fly right on through.”
Strange. Was he suicidal? Maniacal? Rabid? Do we have a flock of Nutty Grey Doves roosting in our trees?
This is all feeling very Hitchcockian to me.