It’s become an all-too common occurrence. We’re relaxing at home during the day, when we hear a thump from the front of the house. Another bird has evidently tried to commit suicide by flying into one of our windows. What could the problem be? They say depression is “contagious”. Perhaps there’s an epidemic of birdy depression in our neighborhood, and birds view our front windows as a perfect means to end it. What’s the solution? A birdy counselor? Anti-depressants dissolved in the bird bath?
Ok, it’s not the birds that are depressed, it’s me whenever I hear that sickening thump. The strange thing is the location of the window where it most often occurs. While we’ll occasionally hear it from a different window, by far the most common place for it to occur are the windows in our living room that look out to the front yard, over the covered porch. The blinds on those windows are usually closed, and given the porch roof that keeps the windows in constant shade, it just seems odd that it’s a location that birds mistake for an open path.
Whenever the thump occurs, I’ll go out front and check on the victim. :Most often, it’s nowhere to be seen, with (evidently) no serious damage being done, and the bird flying away immediately after the strike. Less often, I’ll find a dazed bird laying on the front porch or in the adjacent yard. This was the situation yesterday where I took the accompanying photo. It was a female Rose-breasted Grosbeak that had struck the window, and she was sitting in a stupor on the porch when I came out. I picked her up and put her in a protected shady spot in the corner of the porch. She sat there, looking around, evidently with no broken bones or other such trauma, but obviously with the equivalent of a birdy concussion. After about 15 minutes, she flew away on her own, and later that day, I did see a female RB Grosbeak at the feeders, which may have been her.
The worst is finding a dead bird. It doesn’t happen all that often, when you find a deceased bird right by the window itself. However, I do wonder what kind of long-term damage is done in some of the strikes. Even if there are no broken bones or other similar damage, the brain trauma can’t be good. It makes me wonder how many window-strikers end up dying later on, away from the window itself.
It’s kind of sad to think of how often this must be repeated across the world, every day, given the repeated occurrences for us at this one window. It doesn’t seem to matter for us what we do. Shades up, shades down but closed, shades down but slats open…all give the window a different look, but nothing seems to help.
In the meantime, perhaps I’ll make lemonade out of lemons, and start a new genre of bird photography…macro bird photography of the eyes of wild birds. Not exactly practical in most of the real world, given that you can never get that close to a wild bird, but sadly, I’ve had far too many opportunities over the years by our living room window.