Just as I was about to lay down and try the warm wash cloth trick on my ear, another thud. This bird hit the one little open spot on the window filled with paper X's. He died instantly and had blood coming out of his beak.
I don't mean to be all Jeffrey Dahmer like with the dead bird photos but I am taking these photos to document to my landlords that this is a REAL problem. They have never actually lived in this house (another very odd story) so I don't think they have a clue as to how awful this is.
This bird was so interesting, I've never seen this kind before. His coloring was so intricate, almost like a spotted owl. I may buy a bird book of the Northwest so I can hold up the carcasses and see just what kind of beautiful bird species slammed to it's death from our windows. With Wrigs and Chum standing by the front door, we said our prayers for this sweet soul and wrapped him up in paper towels.
After the last burial (which is Tom's duty) he asked me to not use so much paper because we are running out of room in the yard to bury the birds. How sad is that!?!?! I can't believe we are actually paying someone rent to live in this meat locker, bird killing hell hole.
Just blew another f*cking fuse with the space heater in the bathroom. Our household temp has now dropped below 55.
I'm starting to think this house is making me ill.