the song bird slam dance
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.10.21
This morning I was woken by the sound of song birds slamming into the window. Though it has happened already once in the last couple of weeks, this morning there were no fewer than five bird strikes. Most of the birds were stunned and lay twitching on the balcony for a while. One was still flapping in an uncoordinated fashion as it rebounded clear of the balcony, heading for a five storey drop.
The birds are migrating, and we built Toronto right in their ancient path.