Sitting having a quiet drink the other evening and we heard a strange, echoing clunk out in the hall. Nobody at the front door but there was a strange dusty, light grey mark on the side window.
A thrush or a blackbird had flown straight into the window and survived its meeting with toughened glass, unlike the thrush yesterday that sadly hit one of the kitchen windows and broke its neck. That bird was probably dead before it landed on the seat underneath the window.
We think that in both cases our local sparrowhawks were zooming around looking for a meal and whenever the hawks do appear they engender real panic in the small bird population, after all they manoeuvre round the garden like fighter planes flying by wire performing incredible manoeuvres.
When you get right down to the basics birds are engineered for flight not sitting tight.