Today was a good day for the most part. I got many things checked off my mental "to do" list. But this morning, as I plugged in my coffee pot, I heard a collision. I looked up to see white feathers exploding off my patio door. Oh, oh, not a good sign. There I found a greenish yellow bird with black wings and a white eye ring in the death throes. Oh, poor thing, it must have mistaken the reflection of the trees off the patio door for more forest. I don't know what kind of bird it was. It seemed a little large for a warbler. I have a bird-safe emblem on one patio door and a glass mosiac on the other. This poor baby must have been flying low. My darn house was in the way of it's migration. So sad.
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