A bird in the hand is worth ....
Mar. 23rd, 2006 10:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reynardo... one in the washing machine.
I was busy at one end of the house, and I could hear a clunking, banging noise from the other end that sounded much like a doggie with a non-scratch wide collar being caught somewhere and unable to get his head out.
So I headed down to the lounge room to see an Indian Myna flying desperately around the high windows, trying to get out. It must have come in the back door which we are having to leave open so that Cuton with his wide collar can get in and out.
Alas, the loungeroom ceiling is a good 15 feet high (being the sunken floor variety of room). The bird was flying madly from the window to the kitchen, resting on a cupboard then flying back to the window. I briefly considered a tablecloth to catch it, but then it made life a lot easier by flying into the laundry instead.
Now the laundry also has a high ceiling, but the only window is at human level, and by shutting myself and the bird in there (and not the dog who was quite eager to help), I hoped to catch it when it inevitably tangled its feet in the net curtain.
Birdie, though, made it even easier to catch - he then flew right into the washing machine, currently containing only a couple of damp nappies (this household's all-purpose mopping/soaking/scrubbing cloth). I grabbed a handy gardening glove, carefully picked up the protesting squeaking bundle, and let him go out the back door.
I know they're a pest. I know they harass local bird life and eat our dog's dry food and crap on the clothes hanging under the shelter. But it was a creature in distress, so I had to help it.
I was busy at one end of the house, and I could hear a clunking, banging noise from the other end that sounded much like a doggie with a non-scratch wide collar being caught somewhere and unable to get his head out.
So I headed down to the lounge room to see an Indian Myna flying desperately around the high windows, trying to get out. It must have come in the back door which we are having to leave open so that Cuton with his wide collar can get in and out.
Alas, the loungeroom ceiling is a good 15 feet high (being the sunken floor variety of room). The bird was flying madly from the window to the kitchen, resting on a cupboard then flying back to the window. I briefly considered a tablecloth to catch it, but then it made life a lot easier by flying into the laundry instead.
Now the laundry also has a high ceiling, but the only window is at human level, and by shutting myself and the bird in there (and not the dog who was quite eager to help), I hoped to catch it when it inevitably tangled its feet in the net curtain.
Birdie, though, made it even easier to catch - he then flew right into the washing machine, currently containing only a couple of damp nappies (this household's all-purpose mopping/soaking/scrubbing cloth). I grabbed a handy gardening glove, carefully picked up the protesting squeaking bundle, and let him go out the back door.
I know they're a pest. I know they harass local bird life and eat our dog's dry food and crap on the clothes hanging under the shelter. But it was a creature in distress, so I had to help it.
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Date: 2006-03-23 04:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-23 07:07 am (UTC)As kids, my brother and I would try to capture them. This involved a box, a stick, a bit of string and the cat food... and would have worked one time had Mum not walked out the door with the washing. Either that or trap them in the garage when they went after the cat food in there.
Pesky, noisy, food stealing, ugly things =/