Thrush Day

A few days ago the washing basket was outside the bedroom window on the deck waiting for the washing to dry.  I came home and picked it up to collect the washing.  In it was a dead Thrush.  It had obviously tried to fly into The Cottage through a closed ranch slider.

Later that afternoon I was sitting at the table in the living room when a Thrush flew in and started walking round the floor about two metres from me and seemingly unconcerned by my presence.  It then flew into the bedroom and decided to exit via a window - which happened to be closed!  It stood on the window ledge with its beak open for about ten minutes quite oblivious to me taking photos (although I kept in the next room so as to frighten it as little as possible).   Then it hopped onto my bedside clock.  Then it disappeared.  I assumed it had flown out through the open ranch sliders in the bedroom.  So a while later when I went into the room I was a bit surprised (to say the least) when my foot landed at some thing on the floor - the Thrush - which I narrowly avoided kicking.  This galvanised the bird into action and it again tried to exit via the closed window.  I decided to see if I could open the window even though the Thrush was on the sill.  As I put my hand towards the catch the bird hopped onto it and stayed there until I had opened the window and put my hand out.  At that point it flew off seemingly undamaged by the incident.