Yesterday, in the middle of some wild weather a blackbird flew into our back window. The last time this happened, I wasn't quick enough to stop Penny racing out to see what had happened and picking up the bird in her mouth. Needless to say, that bird didn't survive - perhaps it died from a crushed ribcage or maybe it died of shock.
But this time I was quick off the mark. I shut the baby gates.
The bird stayed in the same place for about two hours, first lying on its side and then sitting upright.
I'm pleased to say it flew away eventually. Let's hope it was well enough to survive