There was a little too much going on around here to get a shot of the young Great Tit in question, so here's a terrace shot from a previous year when this guy flew into the door, sat stunned, gathered himself together and finally flew off.
Yesterday, a very young version of this guy flew in through the side window. I was sitting on the sofa playing with my new French SmartPhone.
It happened so fast and then even faster, Lola was up the stairs and she had it in her mouth before I could get to her.
She trotted in front of me and up and down the steps for a couple turns, but when I realized it wasn't in her mouth I went upstairs with the dust pan and brush in hand to see.
The tiny thing was on the floor by a flower pot and flew up to the side window that I was going to try to get open. Lola was there too, but she finally went out on the ledge, once I opened the right half of the window.
It was quite a balancing act, but the little bird was kind of lounging between the edge of the cushion and the glass of the still closed window.
It seemed okay, so I talked to it a little while.
Our eyes locked. I felt like we shared trust.
I kept an eye on Lola and eased the dust pan down on the cushion and up a bit to lift the little bird.
Success! Up just above Lola's head and out the window, she (I thought she for some reason) flew gracefully up to the birch tree.
Another save for the bird team.
Happy Tuesday!
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