Mr. B. enjoys the sliding glass window as some folks like TV. As the bird feeding station attracts both aviary and four legged critters of all sizes, he has ample opportunity to go whackadoo across the day. His arch enemies, the deer, have fun with him. This Spring they have been hopping the fence and when I let him out (at which time he nears the speed of sound), they calmly wait until he is only a couple of feet away and casually hop the near five feet of chain link fence and saunter away. It takes about five minutes for the hair on his back to return from looking like a punk rocker.