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This probably says something about me, but my first thought was, "Did somebody just throw a rock at my window? Looking around I see no glass. Looking outside I see no culprit.
I'm puzzled. I know I haven't had a cup of that coffee brewing, but I did shower. So I am awake.
Then I think, "It sounds like a bird hit my window." So I get shoes on and go outside. Sure enough, there's a Robin on the sidewalk below a large picture window, feet up. And not moving.
Well, heck.
So I get a leaf and prod the poor little guy. Nothing. But no blood and nothing obviously broken or twisted. Just very still. I went for a paper towel and picked him up. The eyes opened but I couldn't really tell if there was life. The bird wasn't rigid, so there was life recently. But this didn't look good.
I set the bird behind some bushes to give it cover if it was just stunned. That was half an hour ago. I just checked again and the bird is still there. This really doesn't look good.
I think there is a new gash in the screen. I don't think I had any holes in the screen before, but it is hard for me to say. But if that is new, it might have been caused by a bird going beak first into the window.
I'll check on the Robin later. Not much I can do but hope he is just pretty stunned. If so, I can tell this story to Lamb.
If not, it's a dumpster burial. And no story.
Well, there' a story. Just not one for Lamb. Poor bird--a symbol of our state, no less--is flying around without a care in the world on a sunny fall day. And then he makes one simple mistake. And then he's dead.
I'm not sure I want to leave home today.
UPDATE: I called it at 11:30 a.m. Burial in the dumpster--in a donut box. Which, in a way, is my highest honor. Poor bird...
