Every time we go for a drive, we see wildlife. Yesterday it was a bald eagle and a golden eagle, and a coyote. The camera is never ready, and I am driving, so rarely do we get a closeup. By the time I’ve got the thing out of my fanny pack, turned it on, and stopped the van, the beasts have made their escape out of range of a decent photo.

A small flock of birds has stopped at our yard. This morning we watched them through the kitchen window as they flitted about the bare trees. It was impossible to get a good picture; my camera doesn’t zoom in close enough, and the birds blended into the background of grey branches and white sky.

Almost immediately after I left the window, Barney called out “A bird hit the glass!” and I opened the window to see if it was on the ground next to the house. It was, and the only movement I could see was its breast, breathing, but judging by the angle its neck was tucked backward into the snow, its neck might be broken.

What to do? The cats do not generally hang out behind the house, so they were not there to run in and end the bird’s life. It might just be stunned, might be knocked out, and should be left alone for a few minutes in case it could sort itself out. I asked Barney if he’d like to do a healing meditation with me, and we joined hands and together visualized sending green light to envelop the bird, and said a short prayer for it.

We looked again, and the bird was sitting upright. It didn’t move when I leaned out the kitchen window to snap a picture, nor for a long, long time. But finally when we looked out again, it was gone.

What kind of bird is this? The males have a red head, the females (I assume, but don't ask me why) a yellow one. They are a little smaller than a robin, but not much. I must get a Birds of Saskatchewan book!