Our disastrous house with the leaking roof and the yummy leaded water had its first living creature (that I know of; the only one I want to know of) today -- we heard these funny scratchy noises coming from the fireplace in the living room, and the next thing we knew there was a little guy hopping around in there. Long yellow beak, pretty black patterned feathers. Clearly stuck in the fireplace. So. How to get him out.
Luckily I was home alone with the good calm roommate, the one who has castrated bulls in Equador. We took a sheet and put it up in front of the fireplace, opened the doors, and he flew out into the sheet and got sort of trapped between my right foot and the wooden pole of the fireplace. He was pretty relaxed, all things considered -- either that or he was too scared to flap around wildly. I could feel his tiny bird heart beating hard against my foot, but he held very still and poked his beak out of the top of the sheet, and I kept it pinned to the wall as C. scooped him up and took him outside. He flew up into a tree and looked down at us, and when we looked out a few minutes later he was gone.
OK, now I am going back to my initial form of book-review procrastination: The City Paper article about DC debutantes that's freaking me out way more than the bird. Scary article help me! Come on, you knew I couldn't write a whole thing about birds without a single reference... :)
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