I sat watching television news early this morning when there was a loud thud on the lounge window. Outside with its head down in a flowerpot was this bird:
I turned it onto its side to take the photo. It was still alive, but out for the count.
I picked it up and it managed to open one eye. Rather than leave it in the flowerpot I wrapped it in a small hand towel and left it on the paved path in front of the window.
Although it was more comfortable its eyes were still closed. In a short while it was more lively.
Male Bullfinch in full colour
I watched it through the window as it revived but thought I would not disturb it again just to remove that small dead leaf from its head.
After about an hour it staggered off the towel and went behind the flowerpot in which I had found it. When I went to check that it was alright it flew into one of our trees apparently none the worse for its painful clash with our double glazing.
We don't see bullfinches all that often but the male is without doubt the most colourful of the birds we see.