One has a tendency to marvel at nature, at the wonderful accomplishments of simple creatures.
But let’s face it – they make mistakes too.
In my opinion it was all the sparrows fault. They have a tendency to flock down on the patio and then when one decides to leave the others all fly off frequently sowing panic amongst the other birds. My poor robin must have been startled and misjudged his trajectory on taking flight. Luckily, I heard the bump and went out immediately to retrieve the unconscious ball of feathers.
He was treated to the dark box in a quiet place therapy. I think a lot of birds must succumb when left motionless in the cold. Yesterday it took less than an hour before the robin was back on his feet. He was able to fly from the box on ground level to perch on a phone line high above the ground before heading to a favourite bush to take cover.
I do like stories with happy endings!
a french garden 