09/27/12 - 5:17pm
It always happens on a Friday afternoon around 4:25. Computer is shutting down, projects not finished are piled to the side, and the weekend is calling. Just as I begin to shed the uniform and turn my thoughts to golf, the phone rings and the caller reports that a bird has struck their window and lays stunned in the yard. I agree to pick up the bird on my way home and am saddened to hold the warm lifeless body of an adult male pine grosbeak. I take a moment to look for bands, signs of disease, or any unusual circumstances. None found, so the case is closed and the weekend proceeds.