Speaking of dishevelled...

We offered sanctuary to this poor, dazed Spotted Dove this morning, who looked like it had been hit by one of the aforementioned golf buggies. Our MsJ carried it home and the dogs sat gazing at it in quiet concern as it recuperated on the kitchen windowsill. 

Once the jealousy was too much for Raffles to bear, he started to bark at it, and MsJ put it outside on a tree branch in the garden. After a while it flew away.

Extra is a Black Collared Starling.