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Visit with a nuthatch
I was at my computer and thought I heard a thump, which was confirmed when Fish and Fred left the room to investigate. So I went too, and on a hunch opened the front door to look outside the bird window. Sure enough, clinging to the underside of the brick ledge under the window was a brown-headed nuthatch.
It (I refuse to speculate on its sex) had its beak open, and was a little wet from the rain. Afraid it was shocky, I picked it up and held it in my cupped hands to warm it a little. After a while its head came down and the beak closed, then it began to turn its head back and forth looking at me and its surroundings. A few minutes after that I got its feet around a finger instead of curled up, and still it sat on my hand. Eventually I decided to try to put it on a dry branch of a shrub. As I moved to do that it flew, landing on the window frame up next to the soffit. It sat there a good 10 minutes or so (allowing the photo-op) before flying off to the big pine tree next to the feeders.
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It was one of those "random good luck" shots. I was using my DSLR on full auto, multishot mode, and took a series of Mr Redbellied pounding away at a tree in my neighbor's yard. When I checked the pictures afterward I discovered the poor bird had "missed his target" one time.
I couldn't resist turning it into an icon.
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At least it didn't fly down your chimney. I had that happen in my last place -- came home from work to find a bird on my curtain rod, and bird poop in half a dozen places I really didn't need to find it.
The cats were absolutely fascinated, too, and it took a while before I got it shooed out the door.