Note: not dead bird in picture
Mum put some lotion on which the vet gave her but I think I will need an injection too.
I did get a nice treat for tea though as I'm struggling to eat with my wound near my mouth, so I had a soft treat of meaty pouch.
We had a loud bang, well another loud bang. There is always loud bangs going off here as we are near a training camp for the RAF. This loud bang was unrelated though. Happily sleeping away and Mum was busy and then we heard and had something pelt into the window at the same time. A Starling?
It shocked itself so much it just laid on the floor for over ten minutes. We have a floor to ceiling window in the lounge, so I just sat and watched it. It hardly moved, apart from tiny head movements; to show its still alive.
It eventually sparked into movement and got wiggling about; it got onto its side and out of view. After a while I saw it hopping around the garden; it looked rather stunned and slow. The little birdie wasn't flying at all, and even when his little blackbird friend popped over to comfort him; he didn't fly off with him.
By the end of the day he was gone though.
Bye
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