Cedar Waxwings — 0, House — 4

Today I heard anoth­er “thud” ema­nat­ing from the liv­ing room. The dis­tinct sound of bird-strikes on our tall (20′+) win­dows in our liv­ing room is unmis­take­able. Until this win­ter I have not heard the strikes or found the corpses of these birds and all of a sud­den the count is up to 4. This time (#4) and last time (#3) I hear the dis­tinct “thud” and find the bird on the back patio, still breath­ing. Last time the bird passed away after a short while. Ear­li­er this win­ter one hit (#2), I went to pick it up and put it on a branch in one of the ever­green trees out front. That bird I can only assume shook off the stunned con­cus­sion and flew away as we watched it some­what close­ly and a corpse was nev­er found. This time I’m hop­ing the same fate applies. We will see as it is still breath­ing and has a stunned look on it’s face. Bird #1 I heard the thud but didn’t see the bird. It wasn’t until the next day I found the corpse in the open cool­er on the back patio. When I saw it, I knew exact­ly what had hap­pened.

In case you are won­der­ing what these lit­tle sui­cide bombers look like here’s an image from Cor­nell Uni­ver­si­ty: The Cor­nell Lab of Ornithol­o­gy


Cedar Waxwing