Well, the Scottish Fool brought me a bird…

A live bird. A relatively unscathed bird. He laid it on my new bedspread…which I had had the foresight to cover with a blanket.

I gathered up the offering and carefully set it in the Japanese maple outside, so it could recover from the experience.

Our bird charts say hermit thrush or European starling. It looked a lot like the thrush, though I’ve never seen one in the flesh. Long beak, speckled front, brown wings. And very glad to hop off. It seemed quite strong in its departure.

I think I want to wash that blanket.