Everyone has had a moment where, at some point, they’ve been near a window that a bird has flown into. Some have seen the impact, others merely heard it or seen the dusty outline of the bird comically flattened against the glass. When I was younger a blackbird or some such flew into the kitchen window and killed itself, prompting my father to get it on a shovel and fling it onto the garage roof. Or possibly over someone’s fence. I’m not sure.
So we’ve all been there.
You just don’t really expect it to strike the glass from the inside.
Picture the scene, a nice quiet Sunday morning. The sun is just starting to peek through the clouds and our hero is enjoying some relaxing time playing video games as a reward for spending the entire day yesterday cleaning the house from top to bottom, doing a gazillion loads…
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