If you follow my thread at all, then this post should not come as a surprise to you. In other words, if it's going to happen to someone, it's going to be me.
There was a bird in my chimney this afternoon.
To be clear, I do not fear birds (even after seeing the Hitchcock movie multiple times). I'm not girly or squeamish about bugs, reptiles, or dirt. That being said, I did not want to deal with chimney bird.
He thundered around in there for 20 minutes or so while I hatched my plan. After much thought, I reached in and opened the flue, and I closed the fire screen. I figured I could catch him with a towel.
Not so.
He hid behind the logs for about an hour. I got tired of waiting, so I put on my gardening gloves. I removed the gas logs one by one, taking care to keep the fire screen in place as much as possible. When I reached in to capture this gigantic eagle of a bird, he flew out into my den.
I'm not a screamer, but I think I may have screamed then.
The raptor flew to a window and wedged himself between the window and the blinds. At this point, Boxer dog was paralyzed with fear and longing to escape from the torment of his domicile.
I shrieked as the falcon-like creature beat against the window and my gloved hands as I tried to capture him. At last, I caught him and released him back to the wild (my backyard).
Boxer dog is traumatized. He has not yet recovered from the dust mop I bought last weekend. The bird fiasco has likely put him over the edge.
