Just when I was thinking it was a dull evening, with my walk cancelled yet again, a loud thud came from a window. On the ground, a bird with wing askew, looking dazed. This happens more often than you might think.
Sometimes they die in my hand. Sometimes, they stay the night indoors, safe from the neighborhood cats, and are put in a protective shrub in the morning. Tonight, after blinking a lot, and settling its wing back in place, this guy took off.