Lyme Blog

A downy woodpecker crashed into the glass window this morning. I heard the thud but all I saw was a black feather stuck to the window. I found him on the deck, 3 feet from the impact. His eyes twitched. I picked him up by his wings and there was no blood. I lay him in another spot. I waited half an hour - more sarsaparilla tea for me. I went back and squatted next to him. He hopped and flew to one of the wooden posts on the deck, boasting his white chest. He twiched back and forth and then careened into the trees.

Healing takes time. Because I am still close to the impact does not mean that careening is out of the question.