There was a loud bang a short while ago.
It made both Penny and me jump.
It was a sound I am all too familiar with – the sound of a bird smacking into one of our multitudinous window panes. Normally they realise that there is something wrong, veer at the last moment and bounce off the glass, but this time it was the resounding smack of a head on collision. Damn!
For some reason it tends to be the bigger birds that have problems – blackbirds, thrushes and doves have all in the past bounced off the windows onto the terrace below. The smaller varieties must have better manoeuvrability or something.
Anyhows I went out and sure enough there was a wee body on the terrace. Fuck! A thrush had broken its neck. I like thrushes.
I approached and he raised his head and panted at me. Obviously he wasn’t dead which was even worse as it might be up to me to put him out of pain. I’m no good at that.
So I gently picked him up. He didn’t struggle or move. He just panted, obviously terrified at what had just happened. I gently checked his legs and wings. Everything seemed to be in one piece, or at least in as many pieces as the design specifies. He was just scared.
I put him back down and this time he stood and watched me. He made no effort to move and even waited while I went in to collect my camera, as Herself wanted to see him. Then without so much as a squeak, he few off into a nearby Yew tree.
A short time later, he flew back and perched on a bird table staring into the room for a couple of minutes before flying off again.
He was just saying thanks?