Reminds me of one time a few years ago when I was living in Puerto Rico, we got a spell of really wet and windy weather (more so than usual), and this small finch decided that the best place to be was right on one of our living room windows. These windows are those of the type pictured here, and the little bird just sat on one of the panes, huddled against the wind. We didn't have the heart to close the window on him, though we were just as afraid that he'd jump inside instead of outside if we tried.

We ended up holding vigil over the darn thing, because we knew if he jumped into the house he'd get lost in all the clutter in that room and we'd find a little tiny bird corpse weeks later.