When a tiny ball of feathers at full speed tries to fly through what it
thought was an open space, it’s easy to see which is going to come off second
best. Cute little bird was sitting on the office door mat, looking slightly
drunk, swaying a little from side to side, beak open, gasping for breath. He’d
come a cropper hitting the window, had no intention of even attempting to get out of
my way. Thought I’d leave him alone rather than intervene and frighten him even
more, and after about fifteen minutes I was relieved to find he'd come to his senses, regained
his equilibrium and managed to flit off as if nothing had happened. Wonder what bedtime stories he'll be sharing in the nest tonight.
Little bird
on the front door mat
stunned, panting
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