Sometimes he'll just sit there, cocking his little head as he seems to watch us. I imagine it's sort of like a reverse zoo.
(Bird: "Look! Human's in their natural environment. Ooooh... is it feeding time? What do they eat? What's that one over there doing? Humans are so funny!)
He doesn't just sit though. Sometimes he taps at the window. A lot of the time. Several times a day he's out there just tap, tap, tapping away.
It started during the last cold spell when we had a bit of snow. The Man of the House thought maybe he was cold and wanted in. I tried explaining to him that he definitely didn't want to come inside as this is the territory of a grumpy cat who would love nothing more than to get his paws (and claws) on a feathered friend.
I worry he's going to hurt his little beak.
