Wordful Wednesday - Bird Strike

No, the birds are not going on strike. Rather, T Rex Dad has been cleaning the kitchen windows again (along with a certain helper pictured below). He always does such a great job that the birds try to fly right through them. Note to self - have him clean the windows after spring mating season.

Generally when we have a bird strike the bird gets up and flies away. With the exception of once we had a hawk grab a bird sitting on the fence and then the hawk, with his prey in talons, flew into the window. His prey was dead but he was not. He waited on the fence for a while but he never came back for the slain bird leaving me to handle his dirty work. I know, circle of life. Still traumatic for me.

Yesterday I had a blue finch crash into the window. When I went to see if it was alright his mate was by his side trying to nudge him to get up. It broke my heart. When she flew away I went out thinking I would bury the fallen avian. I picked him up and noticed he was still breathing. Great - was I going to have to watch him die? I was not up for that - especially with T Rex watching my every move through the windows that were causing all the troubles.

After setting him on the grass I noted how beautiful he was. I had never seen such a blue bird before. I decided I would hold him until he passed away to where his other flying friends would meet him at the far green plains. Then he started to perk up. He sat up and perched on my finger. It was quite charming. I felt like Snow White!

He perched another few minutes while I examined his wings. They seemed intact. If he had a broken wing, I knew someone who could fix it, but he probably would never get to see his mate again, and this saddened me. Then, he hopped a few times and flew to the fence post when he perched another few minutes.

Of course, little T Rex was glued to the windows watching our every move and grinning every time I showed him the bird. I stayed outside until my winged friend flew to meet his waiting mate. I was fearful a hawk would snatch him up while he was resting on the fence and all the attachment I had developed for my new friend would make it even harder to handle.

Thus, a happy ending. After he flew off, I imagined he went off to be with his mate and their nest of eggs that will soon hatch and bring forth more gorgeous blue baby birds. Not to mention, a really cool experience, having a wild bird perch on my hand!

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