The joy of Spring brings with it the irritation of birds in our woodstove. The first one of the year flew down the chimney while we were in the house by ourselves and the PM groaned as she walked in to the telltale claws scraping metal distress signal.
The wee lad went to investigate and said "I see something oval in there!"
The PM peeked in and was shocked to see there was an EGG laying there in the ashes.
The PM got the Starling out then went to see the egg. Yep, the poor Starling was probably ready to lay the egg and it just popped out as she was all flustered being in the stove.
When the wee lad saw the egg, he was sooo excited as he thought we could keep it warm and we could take care of it until it hatched. He said "It's our lucky day!!" He really loves birds, and not for the same reason I love them.
The PM felt horrible having to tell him that the egg had become too cold and it would not be able to grow anymore. They took the egg outside and made a little nest for it in the field so it could go back to nature.
I did get a chance to give it a little inspection before it left. Very interesting indeed.
No fev-vers though. Maybe next time.