Work is for the Birds

I'm sitting at work and I keep hearing this tap, tap, tapping sound. Every time it happens I think "What is that damn noise?" I look around but I don't see anything. Finally, I look up. There is a skylight above my desk. Let's in lots of light--I love it. So, apparently, do the crows and pigeons. These birds eat seeds, but instead of dropping them on the ground to open the pods, they take their find to my skylight and peck at the seeds to get at the inside. The skylight is frosted glass and dome-shaped. I can see the critters up there. The stupid birds don't fly to the flatter part of the glass, they attempt to walk up the slope. Glass on an incline must be slippery to bird feet because I watch as they slide back down. Up they go again. Up and down. Up and down. When they make it to the top, they drop the seed, which I can see through the glass, and frantically peck at it. Tap. Tap. Tap. Over and over and over. Of course, in their zeal to open the pod, they slip on the glass, and slide back down. God, it's entertaining! Fortunately it doesn't happen daily, but every so often that glass must hold special appeal for the birds. And obviously, special appeal for me, too!