For days, she tried figure out how to free it, tortured by its grim fate. She tried using a broom to shoo it down into the living room, banishing Sadie so she wouldn’t eat the poor creature if it finally escaped into the house. She tried leaving the flue open.
I was at work Thursday when the following IM chat transpired:
10:02 AM me: what happened with the bird?Lissa: I opened the flue again and I looked up into the chimney and saw it10:03 AM I tried to grab it but couldn’t so I propped the flue open again, put the light down there and put Sadie out
eventually it flew out into the house10:04 AM so I threw a throw over it and put it oputside where it immediately flew into the middle of the streetme: yay!Lissa: I watched it for a while but then I thought out of the genepool with you10:05 AM but the next time I looked out there a walker was shooing it out of the street where it had just about been squished by a UPS truckme: 🙂10:06 AM Lissa: it flew back to our yardme: So it’s either going to recover or become cat food. But at least you gave it a chance at life.10:07 AM Lissa: I watched it poke around on the ground until a big dove (it’s a baby dove) came along and pushed it aroundthe mom?10:08 AM me: Was it a dove?Lissa: it flew away but later it or another dove came back and flapped at it until it went onto a bird of paradise loww tree branchI just looked out there again and it is goneno cats around so I assume it’s up somewhere safe10:09 AM baby dovevery sooty
This morning, sitting in the backyard, I saw a family of mourning doves on the back wall, three youngsters and a big mom bird. One of the youngsters was a sooty dark gray.
“It’s pretty resilient for a bird that was trapped in a chimney for three days or more,” Lissa said.
(image courtesy Wikipedia, sans soot)