Friday Thrushes – alive and dead
Last Friday about a hundred Fieldfares (Turdus pilaris – Wacholderdrossel) gathered in the morning on a tree right outside my office window. They flew off several times for some reasons but came back until early afternoon. Too bad the weather was just gray and they didn’t fly off when I had my camera ready.
But then at lunch it happened – a “Boing” and a bird flew against the big glass windows of the cantina. Most of the people were a little shocked but I got up and went to get the bird. It was a Song Thrush (Turdus philomelos – Singdrossel) and it broke its neck. It was a wonderful bird with its olive green, brownish feathers and the dots on its breast. At the beginning it was still warm but as time passed it got stiffer and stiffer. I took some photos to remember its beauty and then “buried” it under some shrubs.