Something unusual happened this week, while I was writing my column. A blackbird flew against a large window that overlooks a lovely green area, at the back of where I live.
There was a great big thud, and I went over to see what happened. The blackbird was there, on its side, barely moving. I thought it was close to death.
I decided to let the bird rest and not upset it, as it was dazed. So I returned to my writing. About an hour later, I went back and see if the lovely bird was alive or dead.
I was not sure what I would find, but hoped for the best. Thankfully, it was now sitting up, assessing its location but clearly still quite stunned.