Hubby and I rarely get much time to sit together of a morning, there is always something to do or somewhere that he has to rush off to. Actually hubby never sits still for very long, he’s a fidgeter and has to constantly be on the go. This morning though he did sit a while, and we enjoying a leisurely cuppa in front of the fire, watching the birds flitting back and forth to the bird feeder. Then, BAM! A blue tit completely lost it’s bearings and flew straight into the French doors. End of relaxing chill. My stress levels rise, it upsets me to see anything suffer and it’s not the first time this has happened, it’s fairly constant. There must be something about the light here that causes all manner of birds to make a beeline for any inch of glass on our home. I’ve tried all sorts to prevent this from occurring but to no avail.
So once more, we found ourselves anxiously awaiting the outcome of another feathered crash. The dogs were mercifully all tucked up inside so that was one less concern. Any other day they would have been roaming around the garden waiting for their walk however this morning’s freezing rain put paid to that.
It was so slippery outside, even the sparrows skated rather than hopped as they pecked the ground and the woodpecker was struggling to keep a grip on the branch as he drummed away. It was no better on the grassy areas, all in all our home was surrounded by an ice rink, best stay indoors today we reasoned, especially since poor Billy had already slipped once as he attempted to get back up the front steps after being let out this morning. The poor chap was quite stressed about the whole experience but as you can see from the photo below, he seems to have made a complete recovery.
Bessie was clear to point out none of the goings on this morning were any of her fault. She can’t help it if she succeeds in looking guilty no matter what.
After the passing of just a couple of minutes, Bertie blue tit appeared more coherent and shuffled into a new position.
Before long he was completely aware of all that was going on around him, his beak began to move and after a quick flutter of his wings he was off. A big relief for everyone. It was a less than lovely experience for the bird but it did give us a chance to get a good look at his marvellous markings and allowed me to take a few photo’s, albeit through the glass. I’d rather not have had the opportunity however it ended well and that’s how all the best tales should finish