hit my second floor living room window a terrible crash. My cat Molly came and got me to come look. Peregrine was on the ground not moving and crows were pecking at it. I'm like, "Oh shit, I can't have that in my yard," so I go down to dispose of dead Peregrine.
Oops, not dead Peregrine. It's lying in its back not moving, but it's looking at me and blinking. Shit again. I don't want to mess with it so I get a laundry basket and put it over the Peregrine to keep the crows off it while I figure out what to do.
About five minutes later Molly is getting agitated at the window so I go look. Thanks for letting me know, Molly, Peregrine is moving under the basket. I go down and remove the basket and Peregrine remains on its back, unmoving, for about fifteen seconds, then flips over and flies off like a freaking rocket onto a branch in the tree across the street. Peregrine sits on the branch for about five mintues, and then flies off, apparently none the worse for wear.
I come inside and Molly is like, "Where did my new friend go?"