I’m told that in some cultures it is believed that a bird flying into your house is a sign of impending death. I hope that isn’t true because I’ve been having regular avian visitations recently.
It started last week when, after a spell of lovely sunny days, the weather suddenly took a turn for the worse. One day I went outside to put some rubbish in the bin. I left the patio doors from the kitchen/diner to the garden open for just a few minutes and closed them when I got back in. It was a few minutes later that I heard a flapping sound and looked up to see a robin trying to get out through one of the windows by my kitchen sink. It must have sneaked in while I was preoccupied, presumably because it was a lot warmer inside than out. It must have had the house under surveillance to have managed to get in during such a narrow window of opportunity.
I was a bit worried for the robin’s safety as I have seen birds get into a panic when they find themselves indoors and I thought it might do itself an injury. It was a regular event at my junior school years ago for a sparrow to get in and fly around in a panic before teacher managed to open a window and shoo it out. More recently I remember a pigeon somehow contrived to fall down the chimney in my house in Nottingham, emerging flapping and fluttering and scattering soot everywhere. It was very difficult to get that one to leave as it was completely disoriented. My cat nearly caught it a couple of times before it finally escaped.
Anyway, the robin situation wasn’t anything like that. Although I thought my reappearance in the kitchen might spook it, it seemed to recognize me as the human person who provides food. It just hopped onto the top of the open door leading from the kitchen to the hall and stared at me. I went slowly back to the patio doors, opened them both and stood aside. After sizing up the necessary flight path, the robin made a perfectly orderly exit. Robins seem harder to frighten than some other birds.
Since then the robin has been a regular visitor to the house, entering whenever the doors are open and leaving when it has had enough. It’s been inside more-or-less every day for a week (but not today).Once it helped itself to some leftovers in a pan on the hob but most visits have just taken the form of a general inspection: poking around in the shelves, checking out the furniture, and so on. I should try to take a photograph of it, but I’ve never yet had a camera to hand during a visit. I suppose the robin is now quite comfortable coming into my house and may become a regular guest. I don’t mind, although I hope it minimizes the amount of guano it deposits.
In the Dark 