Stupid Bird

A dull "thud" on the window is never a good sound around here. It almost always means a bird has flown into the window. And it's never some ugly bird. It's always a tiny, sweet little birdy who hopefully never knew what happened.

I heard the "thud" today while sitting in the living room. Sure enough, outside on the patio, lay a little birdy on his back, legs in the air. Dang. I do my usual routine of grabbing a wad of paper towels, scooping up the limp but still warm bird, & choke back the tears as I dispose of it.

I actually cried today. It makes me so sad to hear one of these little guys crash into the window thinking they're flying on their merry way. How am I ever going to survive on the farm? I can't stand anything dying...