
Merlin feathers stuck to the window.
Suddenly there was a loud bang and when I looked I saw a clump of feathers stuck to the big window. At first I couldn’t see the bird that had hit it, but eventually I spotted a small hawk sprawled on the ground. It was wet and bedraggled from the rain that was still falling.

Bedraggled Merlin resting in a box.
I ran and got a newspaper lined box and went outside. Amazingly, the Merlin was still alive, though breathing hard. Quietly, I scooped it up and put it in the box, then brought the box inside and set it in a quiet place.

Wet Merlin looking a bit better.
I leftĂ‚ him for about 2 hours before checking on him again. He was doing better, but still in rough shape. He ended up sleeping most of the day, even after I replaced the top of the box with a wire grate. He looked so cute with his head tucked back, but I didn’t want to disturb him, so I didn’t take a picture.

Baloo covered in the strange snowball-like clumps that fell from the sky.
The rain ended up turning to snow, so it was a good thing he had a warm dry place to recover. The snow was rather odd, because it came down in large clumps that were more like snowballs than flakes.
Merlins can be used in falconry and if I didn’t have a busy summer ahead of me, I think I would have tried it. Unfortunately, a major part of their diet is sparrows. I told Rumplepuff and Cheeboop that I was harboring their enemy.

Perky Merlin ready for freedom.
By late in the day, the Merlin finally started moving around in the box and eventually tried to fly out which was the sign he was feeling better. We took the box outside and opened the lid. It didn’t take long before the Merlin launched out, flew high up into the trees and was gone.