Can't do without posting this!

He entered the house  early this morning … slamming right and left, then fell semiconscious on the windowsill … I took him in my hand and I stroked the little head slowly, as he opened and closed its beak reeling … I thought he was dying, I prayed not to do it … shortly after he whipped his wings once, twice, and finally fluttered on the iron that holds the wire for hanging out and I had time to photograph him before he stood out the flight. His name in Italian is CINCIALLEGRA, can’t find the English translation…