Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Well, it is not the wind, and it is not a raven. It seems to be a Scissor-tail. I don't know why he wants in my window, but he is becoming a bit of a pest with is rapping, tapping at my window lattice. Since we put in the window units last week, he has been beating himself against my window. Sometimes he goes over and beats against Jesse's window. He rests now and then, but then goes into a frenzy of flying and flapping and tapping. It is difficult to capture all his movements with the camera. He is insistent. The question is, why thereat is.