A bird hit my window this morning, and crashed in the garden, which is unfortunately a hangout for neighbourhood cats. I relocated him to a tree, where he'd be safer. Cutest little fellow ever (apparently a Nashville Warbler), wouldn't let go of my finger. My mom got a picture of me holding him; maybe I'll upload it sometime. I watched him sit in the tree for about ten minutes, then he recovered his wits and flew off. It put a smile on my face.
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