|Go watch the Red-Tailed Hawk Nest Live!|
On a sadder note: I was woken by a double- thud on Saturday morning, a thud-thud- followed by a thud of my heart, since I knew what it meant. I ran out in my pyjamas, and there they were: eager Mister red-breasted robin and smaller Miss ( I presume). They had struck the glass pane in full flight-force as they joyously played hide and seek on the fresh spring morn. A quick death, at least.
This morning another thud. This is the hazard of living amongst trees. The birds think they can fly through the windows to the forest. I have stuck decals on the larger windows, but spring time always brings a crop of dead birds. There must be a better way to deter the birds from flying into glass: I'll be scouring the interwebs later today.
|Poor Red-breasted Robins|