My ratio of bizarre bird-related incidents per day has radically increased, and at the same time has reminded me of the cycle of life. No singing Saharan mammals required!
Yesterday night I was innocently scanning the internet for some music I'd recently been introduced to and was startled by a loud thumping from the window about three 3 feet from my face. I glance out the window in time to see a Ringneck Dove twitch its legs from its back.
I scurry outside to find its eyes closed, head tilted towards the ground and a drop of blood fall to the ground from its beak.
Not a fun sight.
HOWEVER! Life came full circle within 24 hours when I was sitting outside that very window. Drinking a shandy with book in hand, I look up to see a nest tucked into the roof with 3 baby robins chirruping away. I must have stayed there, struggling to remain still, for 20 minutes while I watched Papa Robin fly to and fro, bringing bits of worm to his loud, hungry hatchlings.
I'm just glad I was able to see that. Good day, all in all.
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