Tuxie Tuesday ~ Phoenix Rising

We had quite a few days of craziness with those stupid starlings. The PM even started calling them stupid so you know that's bad. In three days we had 12, yes 12, birds come down the chimney. We got a new chimney and cap a couple of years ago but that apparently doesn't stop them.

On Sunday morning, the PM's starling nightmare came true. The PM had taken 3 birds out already that morning and was happy to hear that the flock of birds had moved on. She decided to start a fire as it was cold and she figured the smoke would deter any chimney divers. She listened carefully while she got the fire ready and there was no birds trapped.

As she lit the match and put it to the kindling and newspaper, the fire started and frantic claw scrambling echoed through the flames. One !@#$% bird had flown down at the same time as the fire was lit. He was in the chimney. This is actually Goldie's bird fantasy but believe me, it was not pretty to witness. The wee ones started screaming and crying, yelling that the bird was going to burn up. The PM left the stove door open a crack and ran to douse some newspaper with water to smoother the flames. As she was running back to the livingroom, the wee ones were yelling, "He's out! He's out!". That psycho bird must have flown straight down the chimney, through the flames in the stove and hit the door, causing it to open. The door on the stove has a glass front so that is why the PM thinks the bird went for it trying to get out.

The bird was then flying around the house, banging on windows, mad to get outside. Goldie was outside and did not witness this. That is a good thing. I, on the other hand was curious but did not move from my bed. The bird did flap around my food and water dish and hang out on my window.




The PM finally had him cornered behind a big plant. She moved the plant aside and picked him up in a towel and brought him outside. He left surprisingly unscathed.