I failed to inform the blogosphere about the two, yes two, birds we had in the chimney/fireplace this weekend. The landlords really need to do something to the top of the chimney - but that's a different discussion. The result was that there were two birds in the fireplace when Atticus and I came down for breakfast over the weekend. Blah, blah... the landlord was over at the house and while Wren was napping and Atticus was distracted in the basement with Greg, Ray helped "free" the birds. Eeeeek! We were expecting one, and found two - and apparently uninjured as they began to fly around the living room. I let out a small scream and managed to fling open the sliding glass door in the kitchen. One little bird flew out and Ray caught the other one and gave it a gentle toss out the door (it took flight).
Then today, my dear SIL drops by with some medicine for little Peanut and there is another little bird half hopping half fluttering about in the front yard. I'm praying it didn't whack into the window and become injured... or that it hasn't falled from a tree, or broken something... I'm not quite sure what to do if that's the case!!
So - our bird tally for our time in Perrysburg stands at one dead, two alive but trapped in a chimney and possibly two injured. Good grief!
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