It happened again.
I heard the familiar THUD and another bird has flown into a window.
My book on Mexican birds tells me this bird is a varied Bunting.
The color is plum with a blue crown and bright red nape.
It is exquisite.
And there it is, on a piece of matting on my terrace, breathing rapidly.
After many checks to see if it is still alive, finally the moment when it gets up, flies away, and lives one more day.