I’m making dinner and I hear a huge THUMP against the window. I’m wondering what the noise is so I send Tot over to peak outside the window and she sees…..
WHAT!? We both were devastated. He looked like he was still breathing, but we weren’t sure how hurt he was.
I went back to making dinner while Tot sat with him. She wanted to bring him inside, but I said she would have to nurse him in the outdoors.
So, she brought him some crackers and spoke kind, healing words to him.
About every ten minutes, she checked on him, and low and behold, about three hours later….
He seemed to be getting better and next thing you know it….
He flew the coop or our patio so to speak; right in front of Tatum’s eyes. She felt so grateful that she had loved on him. I do believe she saved his life.
Later, we looked him up in our bird book.
Perhaps a house finch?
Whatever you were, little guy, we are glad you are aerial again!