We’ve been lucky with the windows here – such a hazard for birds. When we get a bird flocking event – a fluttering noisy convention of all sizes and sorts – I try and shut the shades to keep them from mistaking window for sky. That’s a mistake the golden-crowned kinglets seem most likely to make.
Often they are only stunned. Russell Link in his book, “Landscaping for Wildlife in the Pacific Northwest,” says to hold the bird in cupped hands for five minutes, and putting a stunned bird in a box or paper bag in a sheltered spot allows recovery time.
On a stormy winter night a kinglet, knocked cold, spent what was left of the night in a box in the downstairs bathroom. In the morning, when we (with trepidation) opened the box outside, the bird flew vigorously away, filling the so-much-bigger humans with joy.
Once I found a male (crown more cadmium orange than cadmium yellow) breathing heavily and looking perplexed on the upstairs balcony. I carried him with my hand inside a paper bag, downstairs and outside. He grasped my finger the way tiny babies do.
We sat together for a while, me peeking in the bag, him breathing. Finally (realizing I was not a twig?) he flew out of the bag to the safety of shrubbery nearby.