Two days ago a flock of migrating robins passed through. For an hour or two dozens of them flitted from tree to tree trying to decide which way to go from here.
I was watching the birds out the window when one slammed into the house and stunned itself. For a few minutes it sprawled open-winged on the patio. I thought it might have broken its neck. After a while it managed to right itself and sit there looking around glassy-eyed, taking quick, shallow breaths.
Five minutes later it rejoined the flock and they were all soon gone.
So here’s my question. What was that robin thinking from the time it brained itself against the glass until it flapped its wings and darted away? Here are three possibilities. You’ll probably think of others.
1. That’s it. No more texting and flying.
2. Swell. I’m two years old. They’ll probably jerk my license.
3. Oh man, flying and checking out those red breasts is for the birds!