Look who came to visit this morning...a dear wee wax eye that hit the french doors with such force I was sure he would be dead. But no, when I picked him up he was ok, a bit stunned and panting like a marathon runner, but alive. Stellar wanted to say hello, she was quite concerned about him...after a short photo session I put him out under a hebe in the sun. He sat for a wee while then flew away, I was so pleased. I was worried he would die from the shock of a blow to the head, then being sniffed by giant brown nostrils and picked up by a giant pink hand...he will have a tale to tell his feathered friends.
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