Yesterday afternoon I was puttering around in the kitchen when I heard a bird strike the window. Over the years I’ve had a lot of experience with birds flying into our windows and I can tell a hard thud from a light tap. This wasn’t a loud hit so I figured the bird must’ve flown into the window sideways and was probably alright.
I took a peek out the window and sure enough the little fella was on our deck looking a little stunned. As I watched him he appeared to be trying to move around when he suddenly laid on his side and stopped moving. Uh oh, looked like another casualty due to a window that was a little too clean. That’ll teach my wife!
I took another look about 5 minutes later and noticed he was moving again. I thought I’d better spring into action.
I grabbed a small box and a soft face cloth and went out to the deck to see if I could help this bird. I picked him up and put him in the box on top of our patio table. I started stroking his head and feathers as softly as I could with my finger and went back inside to let him recuperate alone.
For the next hour the bird just sat in the box without moving. I was beginning to wonder whether or not he was going to make it. I kept going to over to the window hoping to see an empty box.
Finally, after about an hour and a half, I went back out to check on him. His head was darting around, as if looking for a quick escape route, which I took as a good sign. When I went to stroke his feathers again he finally jumped up out of the box and flew away. Mission accomplished.
So, whenever you are about to go outside to clean any of your windows, remember our fine feathered flying friends and how a clean window is no friend of theirs.
It’s my new motto. “Dirty windows saves lives!”