So the bird hit the window and landed on the side of the deck and then fell down below the deck into a pile of leaves. I grabbed a box, towel and of course my black leather mittens, (aka bird rescue gloves) and hiked down the hill, literally scaling the side of the house because it is that steep. I slipped a couple times in the mud, but did not fall, but I'm thinking that is why my back is killing me. Anyway, I get down to the pile of leaves where I saw the bird land off the deck but he was no where to be found. Could he have flown away in the time it took me to gather the bird gear?? Or could a hawk or crow have swooped in and gobbled him up??? I searched and searched and searched through an endless pile of leaves, carefully sliding the leaves away with my foot so I wouldn't accidentally step on the bird but I never did find him. I was even making chirping sounds in hopes that he would answer. I came back inside thoroughly depressed and then surprisingly, my afternoon took a turn for the better. I'll update in a bit. My back is seizing up and it's shooting through my shoulder blades. I'm going to hook up to the tens machine for a little relief...
ANOTHER BIRD JUST SMASHED INTO THE WINDOW.
FLEW RIGHT INTO THE DAMN ULTRA VIOLET CLING.
I'M LOSING MY FLIPPING MIND PEOPLE!!!