The bird was somewhat of a tragic figure. It was a female, some type of bluebird which continuously fluttered into the closed sliding glass door, either to get inside or to perhaps do something about that strange alter ego reflected back at her in the glass. The male partner stood off to the side near the end of the deck, looking on. He was always with her. They carried on this behavior for weeks, coming by several times a day to engage in who knows what. It didn't seem as though she was hurting herself, and the two looked like they were keeping healthy.
