We have a bird feeder on the deck.
When it runs out of seed, a magpie walks to the window and taps on it until we come out to refill.
We also have a bird feeder on our deck.
One day a bluejay stopped by. The feeder had run low enough that he couldn’t reach what food remained, so he got right in front of the window and yakked and screeched up a storm.
As Mark Twain said, no other bird can cuss like a bluejay.