We were on our way to dinner and the office yesterday around 4:30 when Charlie noticed movement in the downstairs fireplace (which is covered by a fancy screen and glass). We had heard something earlier in the day that we thought might be a squirrel or something that got in through the chimney.
It was a big, fluffy bird, probably a female robin.
We managed to get her out from under the grate, then chased the poor traumatized thing around my bedroom, then upstairs and out the front door. She was clearly looking for a great place to build a nest and made her way under the chimney cap, then fell all the way down.
That was a first for me.
I hope she was okay. She definitely wanted food and water after having been in our fireplace all day. And she seemed stunned by the time she made it to the lawn. Poor thing.
Luckily Kittie Scarlett didn't even stir from under my bed (her favorite daytime spot).
- I feel:accomplished