When I got home from work today the heat powered fans had been knocked off the top of the woodburning stove. Didn’t think much of it, picked them up, made a mental note to figure out which animal was responsible and finished putting away the groceries.
A while later I hear what sounded like a bird flapping its wings against the window. Except there was no bird.
A while later I noticed that Trouble seemed awefully facinated with the top of the stove. I figured I’d found the culprit, chased her off, and went on with my evening.
A while later I heard that sound again.
Except this time it sounded like it was coming from the stove.
A moment of brilliance, I opened the stove door to see wtf?
A moment of flight as the House Sparrow shot for the door.
A moment of ‘holy crap’ as Trouble made a flying leap and caught it on her first jump.
A moment of ‘uhoh’ as Apollo convinced Trouble to give him the bird, and let it go.
Another moment of ‘holy crap’ as Apollo duplicated Trouble’s jump.
Apollo was a good boy and took it to his crate to eat, as I racked my brain trying to remember if sparrows carried anything that might be dangerous to him. Except he was baffled by the feathers, so I was able to convince him to trade for a treat.
Sigh.