Just after eating lunch today and when I was chilling with my kitty Jack we heard a “thunk” from the dining room.
En looked out the window and there was a bird under the dining room window on it’s back. Eyes open and panting. It was right behind one of the heat pumps. (yes, we have two)
I went out to see what’s up. If it was obviously dying I would have to man up and put it down in the name of being humane; I was hoping that wasn’t the case.
The poor little guy let me right him and he settled into a a little bird-loaf. He was aware enough and not bleeding or anything — just panting. He let me pick him up as I gently reached down and cradled him in my hands. He was so light and warm in the sunshine.
I walked him over to the woods and set him down in the scrub just past where the woods start.
When I went
Poor little guy.
I looked him up later and he’s a red-bellied woodpecker.
I hope he just shook it off.