The bang was so loud that I immediately thought it was John’s boat crashing to the ground.  He keeps it propped up against the fence.  It’s a little 10-footer, but sounds much bigger when the wind blows it over.  But when I opened the side door, the boat was in place – bringing me to my question – what the *@#! was that???  I walked around the whole house and still no clue.  That was Monday.  Fast forward to this morning – I’m watering the plants in the Florida room and something on the window catches my eye…

Oh my God – that’s what caused the bang!  This isn’t the first time we’ve had an incident like this, and I’ve done my part to prevent them.  I haven’t washed a window in this house since spending the afternoon nursing a Mocking bird back to health.  The poor thing slid down the window and landed ass-up in a pot of Gerber daisies.  I didn’t think such a tiny animal could survive such an enormous impact.  It took him a good part of the afternoon to shake off the shock and fly away. I was forced to watch the recovery through the window. My rubber gloves and towering stature seemed to negate any bedside manner I was trying to achieve, but somebody had to pull his little head out of the dirt. As southern hospitality dictates, I laid out a hefty buffet of sunflower seeds and a dish of water before leaving.  He didn’t partake in either, but he did fly back up to his perch in the grapefruit tree.

Back to the latest bang – it was louder, and it happened two days ago!  I didn’t want to look, but this is all I found…

That’s one lucky bird!