Late this afternoon, I heard that unfortunate thunk of a little bird hitting our back window. We have decals pasted all over it to give the sparrows and chickadees fair warning, but every so often some distracted little soul flies right into it. The boys were very concerned, and we went out and found this somewhat stunned goldfinch sitting on our deck. Thankfully, he didn't look to be in terrible shape. After a few minutes of cuddles and encouraging words from the boys, we put him safely under a tree at the back of the yard, and shooed our cat inside. When Charlie and I went out later in the evening to check on him, he flew up and away, seemingly none the worse for wear. Thank goodness for happy endings. I am not sure I would have been up for 'that' conversation tonight.