So there I was, sitting in front of the big picture window, watching Bones, when I see something out of the corner of my eye and then here a big THUNK. Then I hear something moving around out on the porch. By the time I got out of the chair, I could see something on the front step. At this point, I'm thinking 'oh crap, our first casualty' - because birds hit that window all the time.
So, I grab a towel to wrap the bird in and head out. There on the step is a red-bellied woodpecker lying on his back, blinking up at me. I wrap him in the towel and carry him to the trunk of my car - as a flat space to evaluate him from.
He laid there while I checked his wings and his neck and his belly. Nothing felt broken. I tried to get him to sit on the towel, but he kept tipping over, so I held him in my hand with his feet wrapped around my finger like a branch. I petted him and talked to him. I walked him over to the birdfeeder and tried to get him interested in some suet, but he was too stunned.
Over the course of 15-20 minutes, he slowly got more alert. The other birds chirping got his attention, which I took as a good sign. Eventually, he hopped off of my finger to the back of my hand, and then whoosh, he took off. Hanging off the side of the big oak, he still looked a little stunned, so I gave him space for a few more minutes. Then I slowly walked toward where he was hanging. As I got closer, he scooted higher until I was right next to the tree and he was up at the crown. They he went up into the leaves.
I told him not to flew into the window anymore. Let's hope he listens. I would be sad if he didn't.
Have I mentioned how much I love living here?