A little, yellow Finch chick banged itself into our living room window this morning and then flopped down onto the patio. It seemed a bit stunned but otherwise none the worse for its mishap. After a few minutes of sitting long enough for me to get some photos, it flew first onto our barbecue and then into one of our pine trees. From there I’m assuming it returned to its parents for some much-needed feeding and dramatic storytelling.
