About 40 minutes ago, a wax-eye flew straight into the window and landed with an enormous thump. When I peered out, it was still twitching, at which point I had a huge dither fit and ended up calling half a dozen people and their dog for advice. Well, maybe not that many, but I wasn't sure whether it was better to kill it or leave it and hope it gets better. Fortunately, the SPCA came through with a positive answer and said to stash it in a dark place for a while until it gets over the shock of the affair. It's gone from limp and looking like it had broken its neck, to sitting/hunching up, to sitting all the way up on its legs. Still shivering, though.
ETA: 5.40pm And it's rather bedraggled, but just flew off looking reasonably happy about the state of affairs. I found it rather disturbing that Babe, blind as she is, chose that particular moment to sniff around in the bushes and hauled her inside, though.
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What did the dog say?
I'm starting to think that ETA doesn't mean estimated time of arrival.
Edited To Add.
That was a really weird comment to see coming through email.
I'd never heard of Edited TO Add either, so now it seems we have at least three definitions of ETA, the third being a potato chip. Of course, I knew that ETA in your blog could not have meant that....
Ah, the neverending wonders of the English language....
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