Swainson's Thrush

Last week I was on my way downstairs to eat breakfast when George nonchalantly says,"I've got a Swainson's thrush in a box downstairs. It hit the window. Do you want to see it before I release it?"

Now, you have to understand we often have random injured birds in boxes so that was no surprise...but we don't often have a Swainson's thrush! So I got the camera, rushed downstairs and was soon standing in the driveway in my pjs taking photos.

When George opened the box to pick it up it made quite a fuss with loud, "I'm-totally-annoyed" chirps. But when he finally went to let it go it happily perched on his finger and looked quite content to sit there all day. George was worried it didn't want to fly so he put it back in the box to rest. An hour later he opened the box and it flew away no worse for wear.  As my friend John would say, "Schweet!"