There is a pretty little blue jay outside my window right now.

The deep rich blue of its feathers make for a pretty, stark contrast against the green foliage of the tree it is delicately perched on. He cocks his head pertly to a fro, as the wind slowly ruffles his feathers. You know what my first inclination was when I saw the pretty birdie?

I wanted to bite it.
I don't know why. I just wanted to grab it and sink my teeth into it's little neck.
Even now, he hops around on the brances, teasing me.
GRRRrRrrr.
I just wanna take a chunk out of it.

Am I weird?