This morning I opened the ranch sliders and as I stepped outside I looked down on the deck at a Silvereye or Waxeye and had one of those strange moments when one is transfixed. The bird didn't fly away but was plainly aware of my presence. I suddenly realised that it must have flown into the glass of the ranch sliders and was at least concussed. I closed the doors and left it to it on the grounds that any attempt to help it would almost certainly lead to heart failure through fear. After quite a while it was looking even more distressed and I assumed that it was dying. I have to say that I was quite upset at the suffering but there was nothing I could really do. And then it suddenly came to life and hopped off the deck and perched in the cover of the lavender bushes below the deck. An hour later it was gone.
It gave me to think on the fragility of life - a subject touched on in quite a few blogs recently.
And also on the illogicality of the human. In this particular case, me. One minute I had been, grieving over a suffering bird. Then, quite without provocation but because they are an invasive immigrant species which I dislike, I killed two Paper Wasps.