This young blackbird I can forgive for flying in through the open ranch slider. Not long out of the nest (see the stubby tail) he doesn’t know much yet. He was sitting on the back of the sofa when I first saw him and didn’t do well at finding his way back outside once he decided it wasn’t a good place to be.
The silvereye that followed soon afterwards had to be caught and released to stop it hurting itself but it flew away happily in the end.
This older blackbird should have known better. Three birds rescued in one day, and now all three (I’m sure it’s the same ones!) are eating my plums before they’re even ripe. Doesn’t seem right does it.