More Dead Birds – Redpoll

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Well, hell. This time he wasn’t dead yet.
Again I was at at work, but this time out the front of the building – right outside the main doors, actually. Which is a large glass-fronted lobby. I’m still doubtful that Mr Redpoll was injured from flying into the glass, as it was dark out.

Still, it was wonderful that the girls in the office came to get me, as I’m the “one who is good with birds and whatnot.” So, I went out, and there he was. Alive, but not for long. Gasping and having spasms. I scooped him up – so tiny – and held him close, hoping the warmth of me would help, as it was so very cold on the stones outside.

It didn’t help. He didn’t last more than 20 minutes, and was gone. I expected it, of course.

In any case, I brought him home for identification and photographs. As I do.

  
  
  
  

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Immigrant American living in Ireland. Sarcastic, decrepit. Loads of interests: reading, plants, pets, food, art, writing, drinking, space, politics, feminism, quantum theory. Not 'girly' and not interested in being so.

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  1. Thank you for noting his passing. (Her? I am not an ornithologist.)

    Beautiful winged creatures. We need to pay them more attention, aside from the fascination our cats have for them.

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