There is a bird that wakes me every day. I wish it was a melodic call that eased me from my slumber, but no such luck. It is the incessant tapping of beak on glass as this bird attacks its reflection in the mirrored side of the floodlamps hanging outside my bedroom window. I’m not sure what makes this little sparrow so territorial that it can’t stand to share my ledge with its doppelganger.