One prominent characteristic of our home in the End of the Rainbow Valley is the number of windows. When you live in a valley it's important to use whatever light there is and also take advantage of the views.
The only ones who have problems with the windows are the birds.
Whether they are fighting over the hanging feeders/ the light's reflecting a certain way, there isn't a day when one doesn't smack into a window. Sometimes it's brushing the glass and other times it's a good thud. I always go check if they are just stunned and to make sure the dog doesn't think they are his squeaky toy.
Today was a bit different since it has gotten chilly and this poor little golden finch hit a front patio window, was still standing, but not moving. I grabbed a washrag and swaddled him, moving him off the cement and placing him on higher ground into a planter.
Every 10 minutes I returned to see how he was doing but as you see that he was bright eyed and ... Well actually, I couldn't tell about his tail.
After another 10 minutes he had indeed flown away...
Whew, thank goodness for a happy ending for this fine feathered friend!
Yet another of your accomplishments- nursing birds. I remember hearing those awful thuds when their little bodies go splat against the windows.
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