The problem with installing large plate-glass windows (as everyone knows) is that birds occasionally fly into them. This morning we discovered TWO.
The little Cirl Bunting (above) lived to tell the tale. He sat quietly recovering on my hand for about five minutes, before eventually flying off. Just enough time for Lady M to take this photo.
This young Cuckoo, however, was not so lucky. His demise came suddenly and unexpectedly.
Strangely, he flew into one side of a large sliding window; the other half of which was open. Quite why either he or the Bunting wanted to inspect the interior of my 'tower', I don't know. Maybe they'd read about it somewhere.
It's sad to lose any birds in this way, but to lose a young Cuckoo seems particularly so.
He Used To Be Mine
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This isn’t a love song
It’s a song about change
And is all about self awareness
It’s One of the most moving pieces of musical theatre I know
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