Doe stuck in a crack in the ledge rock. Passed over that crack the day before on our way in to do some backwoods camping, hunting and trapping. The doe wasn't there then. We were able to get her up and out of the crack and she ran off.
This little dude (immature V. Rail) crashed into my shop while I was breaking down sheet goods last year.
I get the occasional Starling, which are immediately dispatched, so I didn't pay much attention.
After the third or fourth thud into the window I finally looked up and found this little guy.
Our neighborhood block is surrounded by marsh, creeks and tall grasses.