"A bird that keeps hitting windows." In early August of 2024, a morning dove hit one of my big living room windows. I looked out the window and saw it sitting in the grass. I waited a little bit, and it still hadn't flown away; it was just sitting there. I went outside, and slowly walked toward the bird; I didn't want to spook it. The bird didn't seem spooked; it was in shock. I sat down beside the bird and gave it a look over. He didn't look injured from my once-over. I slowly scooped the bird up and looked it over better; sadly, its intestines were exposed (I phrased it as "its little guts were out"). He sat in my hand for a little bit, then flew off. I was so ready to nurse that bird back to health, but sadly, nature took its course. I do think about that bird every day. "A bird that keeps hitting windows." is the phrase that came out of that experience. This is a phrase that I think will resonate with so many people. I'll leave it to you your interpretation of the phrase.