A random good thing that happened at my sister's house:
Coming into the kitchen I heard a high-pitched "peep" and spotted a Robin flapping about at the top of the windows, trying to fly through them. He flew off and banged against the opposite kitchen door, then flew back and really banged against the window.
He'd got a good speed up by flying the width of the kitchen and this time, he fluttered down cross-eyed onto the window-sill where I picked him up easily.
The dogs (two very bouncy Boxers) were in the kitchen but uninterested in all this - until I was holding him, and then they became curious.
So I nipped outside and sat by a small sloping planted border and gave him a quick inspection. Wings Ok, no blood, nothing crumpled, nice and bright-eyed.
I opened up my hand expecting him to fly away but instead he just hopped up onto a handy finger and sat there, about a foot away from my face.
So I straightened up his chest feathers and stroked the back of his head, then scratched his throat - still no interest in flying off, although he was certainly alert but completely unconcerned. Just once, when I moved a bit too quickly, he twitched his wings - but otherwise sat very contentedly being scratched.
We sat there like this, kind of quietly observing each other, for 10 minutes when in no particular hurry, he just flew off into a bush a few feet away.
I never realised how beautiful a Robin's eyes were - they seemed like a Deer's eyes: very large and very dark.
Spent the rest of the day floating, as a result of this...
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