Yesterday afternoon I noticed the first robin of spring. Unfortunately it was lying dead in the rock bed we have just outside our front window. I never noticed it before, so I’m guessing the poor guy flew head first in to our living room window sometime yesterday when I wasn’t home. It was a full grown robin, so I definitely would have heard it hit. That’s the first one of the spring, but if history is any indication, it won’t be the last.
Last spring was a busy one at the Lewis household for birds flying into the living room window. It seemed like every week there were at least two or three birds flying in to our window. Most of the time a bird will hit the window sideways and will correct itself as it flies away uninjured. Some hits were hard and loud enough for me to get up off the couch and 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 seconds before it’s head cocked back and the poor thing died. Hey, I don’t like anything dying, let alone while it’s sitting in my hands!
So, yesterday afternoon I did my least favorite job in the world. I grabbed a plastic shopping bag, went out to the front of the house, scooped up that poor bird and deposited it in the trash bin in the alley.
Here’s hoping that’s the last time I’ll have to do that for a while.