Yesterday afternoon just as the sun was setting I was doing some typing when I thought I heard a sound just outside of the house but it was so faint and quick I continued on until I needed to get another bowl of my homemade chicken soup I had just made earlier. About a half hour later I was in the kitchen straightening up and saw that I needed to shut off a water drip I started at the bird bath out back in the morning because the temperature had gotten well above freezing so I wanted to provide the birds with that opportunity for the day after the recent snowstorm and icy conditions the previous day. I took care of that and turned to head back in through the garage when I saw a pane of glass was smashed out of the overhead garage door and immediately upon going over to see what had happened I saw shards of glass all over the floor and on the trunk lid of an old antique car I have on that side of the garage. Looking further even though it was just about dark now I saw a dove lying on the floor just below the rear of the car completely motionless with the broken glass all around it, and realizing what amount of force it took to propel through that window and birds being so delicate boned it was a forgone conclusion it was dead.
So I turned to go back into the house to get some duct tape to cover over that window area until I could buy a piece of glass at the hardware and repair it. I no sooner got out there again and began taking long lengths of tape, applying them like a sort of bandage over the opening when my foot almost stepped on the dead bird but in the nick of time I felt my foot that very split second coming down on something other than the flat concrete floor when simultaneously there was a sudden flurry of wings flapping and the thought to be dead bird was trying to flee from my foot and got over to the other side of the garage! I walked over to the dove and promptly spoke gently to it and scooped it up in my hands, and to my amazement the bird was alive and showed no signs of any major feathers missing but just some of its smaller downy ones had gotten torn away and surprisingly there were no bloody wounds either! More amazing its neck had not broken or one of its wings which should have snapped like a twig in the impact. Its eyes blinked as I spoke softly to it and said you hang on now you poor little baby, I’m going to bring you in the house and give you a place to rest and recuperate until tomorrow! I had rescued a pigeon in the area last year so I had bought a large Tupperware storage container and made air vent holes in it which was actually stored away in the garage, so I went over to the shelf and grabbed it with one hand while I kept the bird with my other hand close to my chest and started to head into the house. Once inside where it was well lit I could see the bird looked totally intact and so I placed some newspaper in the container for catching its droppings. I put the bird in closing the lid and setting the temporary home in a quiet area of the house.
This bird had really gone through an unbelievable ordeal most likely with a hawk in hot pursuit when its fight or flight instinct kicked in and it flew like a bat out of hell to get away in such a panic and as well as it being dimmer light out there so late in the day, while putting every bit of its energy into escaping the deadly hawk, it must have just turned the wrong way and slammed itself into that glass window pane going completely through it and onto the car in the garage which took a lot of force, enough in fact that in my estimation from my science knowledge of physics it should have at least broken its neck not to mention the multiple shards of glass all over the place, with a high probability that at least one of them should have ripped or gashed and even impaled the poor unfortunate bird! But, I have to say “miraculously” the little dove is looking like it has a good shot at beating all of the odds with my intervention. So, calling it a day I headed off to bed and hoped for the best saying a prayer for the “mourning dove;” wondering what “morning” would bring.
This morning after a quiet rest all night I checked in on our little fine feathered friend and it was completely alert and a bit feisty, so I gave it a tray with water and another with bird seeds that I keep around to feed the many birds that come to visit each day as long as I’m able to do it. All day the bird was calm in its protective little house I provided and I had checked in a few times again noticing how the dove was walking a little and ate some seed. The condition of the bird was amazing to say the least and it did seem to be fully functional as it occasionally was flapping its wings! So as the afternoon progressed and the daylight was fading fast I decided to chance a trial with the dove to see if it was in a big hurry to get back to its normal life, so we headed outside. I placed our fine feathered friend down on the ground and it hesitated a few seconds but then started flapping its wings again as it did earlier in its temporary home. This time it got airborne and flew about thirty feet down range but only a couple of feet off the ground, so it just didn’t have the power or strength to fly high into the sky at this point and the risk paid off because now we know the dove can fly but will need some serious recuperation and time to overcome its most likely sore and bruised body or muscles; but the prognosis is good.
Meanwhile here is some very interesting background information about these special little birds. I know this bird came to me for a reason!