Bothersome Blues

Tap, Tap, Tap,

Frankenstein grimaced at the sound, but he proceeded walking. However, his gaze did flicker over to the persistent bluebird that kept following him. It was a female this time, and she relentlessly attacked the window, pecking at it while fluttering her small wings. Her mate was not too far behind, but he was not as persistent as the female.

He quickened his pace before entering the room his Master always resided in. He let out a sigh, only to stiffen up when he noticed the female bluebird fluttering her wings on the windowsill in front of the Master.

"She is being oddly...peculiar," Frankenstein started as he approached his Master.

Raizel nodded slightly. "Has she been fed?"

"The birdfeeders have been filled to the brim," Frankenstein replied, confusion filling him. "So I do not know why she is acting this way. It's been going on for a few days." He had even changed the birdfeeders, wondering if the seeds were not to her liking.

Raizel looked at him, but he said nothing.

Frankenstein folded his arms, glaring at the fluttering bird. "Perhaps it is the new bird seeds?" he mused.

"They like the berries and seeds," Master said softly.

Frankenstein did not bother to argue. If anyone knew about the birds, it was his Master who watched them everyday.

"Maybe the bird houses are scaring them?" he continued.

"They went inside them yesterday," came the response from his Master.

Frankenstein began to pace, all the while, glancing at the fluttering female bluebird.

"Maybe she wants to come in," Raizel stated suddenly, moving away from the window slightly. Frankenstein watched his Master before staring at the bluebird. The female cocked her head, as if not knowing what to do. Fluttering her wings, she flew off.

Frankenstein blinked. "Well, that seems to solve-"

Tap, Tap, Tap,

He sighed, "Or not." He rushed to the nearby window as the bluebird scrambled against the glass, her little talons scraping at the window.

"What could she possibly want?" he grumbled, staring at her. At this point, he was really worried that she would damage her head with the way she was throwing her body against the window.

"She might have brain damage," he mumbled, opening the window. But the female bluebird just flew to the next window. "Perhaps she is seeking a new passage to the other side of the manor without flying up and over?" At his Master's nod, Frankenstein hurriedly opened the window right across from the other one.

Both Frankenstein and Raizel watched as the female bluebird stopped and stared at the new route she was presented with. However, she merely flew to the next closed window, attacking it fiercely.

"Frankenstein," his Master said suddenly. "Open all the windows."

Frankenstein snapped to attention. "Right away, Master!" With that, he was running out of the room and opening the windows.

Of course! His Master was so clever! The bluebird did not like the glass windows and just proceeded to peck at them until they were open. How did he not see it before? Even as he was flinging the windows wide open, he could not help but praise his Master's cleverness.

However, that theory was dashed to pieces as both Raizel and Frankenstein took in the female bluebird's odd behavior.

"She's…" Frankenstein trailed off, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. "Pecking the...mirror?"

Both he and Raizel watched as the determined bluebird began pecking at the glass. Her mate, however, was sitting on the window sill, cocking his head. It seemed even he was not aware of what was going on.

"Um," Frankenstein started. He glanced at his Master, who did not move from his position near the window. Frankenstein placed his hands on his hips, staring at the bluebird. "Maybe she hates her looks?"

Master said nothing, his gaze transfixed on the female bluebird who was now chirping quite excessively. His Master tilted his head, watching the bluebird with such rapt attention.

Frankenstein frowned, a small thought occurring to him. He hastily bowed his head. "Excuse me Master, but I will be right back, hopefully with a possible solution." At his Master's nod, Frankenstein left the room before hurrying down the halls to his laboratory.

He did not know why he had it, or why he had even kept it, but the small journal on birds did yield some helpful results.

Just not some pleasing ones.

After reading and re-reading the passage, Frankenstein had to face the horrible fact.

He and his Master were prisoners in their own home.

The birds were their relentless captors.

It was with a heavy heart that he trudged back to his Master's room. He closed his eyes, collecting his thoughts before he entered. However, whatever he had to say next was immediately cut off when he took in the sight before him.

There, his Master stood, cradling the bluebird in his hands.

The frazzled female bluebird seemed content, no longer anxious as she rested in Raizel's hands. Her mate sat atop Raizel's shoulders, chirping slightly.

Raizel looked up at Frankenstein's entrance, cocking his head curiously.

Remembering why he had come, Frankenstein straightened up. "I believe I have found the answer to our current...predicament."

Raizel stayed silent.

Frankenstein sighed tiredly. "I read something about this a while ago. It's one of those tidbits of knowledge that might not seem important until you need it." He let out another sigh. "Anyway, it appears that the bluebirds will alert their 'hosts' when they need something, and we are the hosts."

Master merely stared at him, blinking before looking back outside the window. "Hosts," Raizel murmured.

Frankenstein did not know how he felt about being labeled as a 'host.' Here, he could only groan in defeat. To be catering to a bird!