While having breakfast this morning I heard an ominous thud. It could only mean one thing. Another bird had flown into the window.
Sure enough when I went over to the window I saw this.
Last time it was a smaller bird – un roitelet triple-bandeau – a fire-crest.
As before, I kept watch in case the neighbour’s cat put in an appearance until the robin had recovered and flown off.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 