Kaaaboom

About 3:00 this afternoon I heard a huge thud and ran to the livingroom to see what had happened. I thought Lizzie, who had been watching birds all day in the front window, had knocked off a potted plant, but she was laying there wondering what the noise was too. I opened the front door and didn't see anything, looked around the livingroom and dining room, opened the door to the garage but didn't see anything. It was too loud of a noise not to find out exactly what it was. As I opened the back door a hawk carrying a mourning dove flew away and another dove was laying head first down in the snow. Evidently the hawk spooked two doves, one he got and the other hit the window. The dove who was head down into the snow was a goner I figured but about 45 minutes later I saw he was sitting up on the snow. So Paul got out our "birdie ambulance" (a small box with a rag in it) and I went out to pick it up. Right now the dove is recuperating in the box on a high shelf (wouldn't the girls love to play "cat & bird"?). If the dove lives I'll really be surprised, we'll see, otherwise he's compost tomorrow.
When I put out the peanut butter log this evening we both counted 7 bluebirds. Only 3 seem to come for breakfast but we extras for dinner, which is fine by us.