This little guy was actually just sitting there near our door. I could see movement in his body, but barely. As I watched the bird for five minutes, Annabelle was meowing and pawing at the window. In her mind, this creature meant playtime.
I slowly opened the door and approached the bird, which still wasn't moving much at this point. After a couple minutes I scooped the bird up in my hand and gently stroked it's head. The bird seemed to respond by opening up his eyes and looking around. I talked to the bird for a little while and it seemed to be perking up.
As you can see I couldn't help but snap a picture . Well, after about 45 minutes I checked on the bird and he was still just sitting there, eyes open wide. After turning my back for a minute, I looked back and the bird was gone.....he flew away. Just like that.
Birds are funny creatures. Sometimes a bird will hit the window and wham, it's instantly dead. Other times like today, it hits the window and just seems to be stunned for a while.....kind of like being knocked out.
I'm glad the outcome of this bird's ordeal was a good one. I love birds.



