Not only did we get through to the next round of the cup with a welcome clean sheet. Not only did we have an extravagant centimetre and a half of snow in London that settled for a while. And not only did I get to have roast on Sunday... But... I also had a wonderful experience that involved of all things... a goldfinch. One flew into our glass doors and it looked in a bad way. Little feathers strewn about, laying on its side, twitching its legs. My other half was all for putting it out of its misery, and yours truly was volunteered to do the job. So thinking I was going to have to drown the poor thing, which I didn't want to do, I went to pick it up. It twitched a bit, so I eased away. It stopped twitching. I picked it up. And as i did so it sat upright in my hand. It blinked at me. But just sat there. So we came up with plan b to keep it warm. I put it in a little duster and gently covered it so it could keep warm as it hopefully got over the shock and confusion. We looked up what to do and started to make a box with air holes in it to breathe and to bring it inside while it recovered. As that was being made, I was still holding it in my hand, sitting there good as can be. Looking at me. Just sitting. Then i decided to do something I've always wanted to do. I gave it a little stroke down its back. It just sat there... and let me. About 10 minutes passed of this, and then just as the box was ready, it hopped slightly forward along my hand and then flew away. A lovely moment, just joyous.... and contributed to a very good weekend.
Nice story. We had a couple of pheasants in our back garden yesterday morning, but they flew away before I have chance to take a photo out of the window. I've no idea where they came from or where they went
