Twice in a lifetime, I can't believe it.

This morning I had a bird flying in my new home at the A-frame in the Pines. He had evidently flown down the chimney of my woodstove and was poking around in there, trying to get out. At first I thought he was a woodchuck because those creatures are particularly bold in these parts, but instead it was a little sparrowish thing.

I thought if it were a woodchuck I'd have a chance to shoo it into a bucket and carry it outside, but with the bird I had to let myself be open to the idea of having the little guy fly around my house trying to get out. I shut the bathroom door, opened the front door and also the big sliding glass door next to the stove.

This bird (a dinosaur descendant with as small a brain) came out and stood at the glass part of the open sliding door and tried to fly through the glass at least 8 times. Luckily he had his eye fixed on the outside so with some help and guidance from me (by way of shooing him toward the open section of the door with a magazine) the little guy finally found his freedom.

I am proud to say that there was no shrieking and no calling for help. That's right, I fight my own bird battles.