We get very few strikes since I stopped cleaning the windows, only the occasional fledgling which isn't usually travelling fast enough to do too much damage.
My favourite fledgling story was a young blackbird (Turdus merula, not the US one) that I saw launch itself across our garden heading for a spreading conifer, Anthropomorphism suggested the following conversation with itself:
"Ok, here we go, raise wings, flap like fuck and don't forget to let go with the feet."
"Wheeeeeeee, this is cool."
"Blimey don't it take it out of you this flying lark, better look for somewhere to stop."
"Ah, a tree, looks like a reasonable branch there."
"Bugger, missed."
"Oh well, upside down is good too."
Culminating with a very bemused young blackbird hanging on for grim death, upside down, on the extremities of the feathery twigs of our juniper tree.


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