On Sunday afternoon Studly Doright rescued a little bird from a fate worse than death, namely spending the night in our garage.
The little guy and his mate had flown inside while Studly puttered around with the cars and he watched the bird slam headlong into one of the windows.
After a few trial and error attempts Studly finally had the bird safely in hand.
The poor thing was stunned, so we put him on top of Studly’s car until he could gather his wits.
I couldn’t resist stroking his soft feathers.
Then, in the blink of an eye he was gone, fully recovered from his escapade.
Safe travels, little guy.