In a daze

This pigeon flew into our patio doors this morning, not with a thump, but with a flutter. And there it sat for about five minutes while I kept an eye on the cats. Mia had already followed me over to the doors and was looking at it, wondering if she could be bothered going the long way round via the cat flap to get at it.
As it sat there, it gave me the chance to see how colourful it actually was. It then walked off over the patio, before flying away.