...and it wasn't because he was pining for some chocolatey breakfast cereal either. Walking through the maypop trellis yesterday I was startled by a flapping of wings.
A cuckoo! I've never seen a cuckoo before* but somehow knew immediately what it was. Why was it hanging out down in the corner here?
Looking up my fear was confirmed:
It had flown into the window!
At least it was still moving around and seemed aware of its surroundings; no visible injury. This terrible zoomed phone photo shows how I first saw it, after the fluttering:
Later it was more composed and relaxed (and hiding):
Luckily it landed over here, slightly to the right.
(It's in the center of the photo.)
If it had fallen straight below the window...
...it would have had a more uncomfortable time of things I think.
A short while later it was gone. All signs point toward it recovering its senses and flying away.
So my first cuckoo sighting ended well. Whew!
*Well, maybe I've seen one once or twice before, but not for years and years, and not that I clearly remember. It could actually be my first sighting.