This spring has been a busy one at the Lewis household for birds flying into the living room window. It seems like everyday there is at least one incident, while one day last week I counted four. Most of the time a bird will hit the window sideways and will correct itself as it flies away uninjured. Some hits have been hard enough to get me off the couch to take a trip out to the front yard to look for a stunned bird sitting on the front lawn trying to get its wits together. A few years back I actually cradled a dying bird in my hands during it’s final minutes before it’s head cocked back and the poor thing died. Hey, I don’t like anything dying, let alone while I’m holding the darn thing!
Sunday morning I was waiting for my wife to get ready to go shopping when I heard a big thud on the living room window. It wasn’t a sideways hit, it was a head on crash and I thought I’d better get outside to check things out. It took me a while, but I finally found a bird in our bush that looked pretty stunned. Its eyes were moving, so I took that as a good sign. For the next ten minutes I went back and forth from the couch to the front door to check on the bird. He wasn’t moving at all and I was preparing for the worst. Then suddenly, the little guy flew out of the bush and straight for a branch on the nearest tree! Atta boy!
I was happy I didn’t have to grab a plastic shopping bag and scoop a dead bird from our bush. I absolutely hate to have to do that. My wife gives me a hard time for grabbing an insect I find in the house before picking it up and taking it to the door to release it outside. I just don’t like killing anything, unless it’s a spider. A spider hasn’t got a chance if I see it! Other than that, I can’t do it.
So, I’m warning you now. If you’re a hang gliding enthusiast, please stay away from our house and, more importantly, our front window. I don’t know what I’d do if I found anything other than a bird lying in our front yard!