Moses came down the mountain (or was it the roof)?

Oh dear, my owner is not too thrilled with me.  On Saturday morning she was just coming out of the bathroom when she heard a loud crashing sound.  She immediately rushed out the back door and there I was sitting nice as pie calmly on the decking.  'Oh well, must have been one of the neighbours", she thought.  About half an hour later when she was sat on the sofa I climbed aboard and gave her some nice CPR acupuncture on her chest.  At this point she noticed some streaks of blood on her t-shirt and that two of my back claws were bleeding slightly.  When she went upstairs she saw that one of the Velux windows in the bungalow roof was further open than she had left it so she thinks I decided to throw myself out upon excitement of seeing a bird.  Luckily the nice vet at Stanford-in-the-Vale could fit me in and she called me a 'handsome boy'.  Less nice was the nasty antibiotic shot and my owner was not too overjoyed about the bill.  Still at least I'm alright that is all that matters.