I am sorry to say I am tearing up laughing at your tale. The bird was okay and likely learned from his experience, though.
Reminds me of when I was a kid and blue tits nested in our mural mailbox. My brother and I, being kids, would open the mailbox door (inside the house) to peek at the babies. Anyway. Have you ever tried to catch an irate and terrified blue tit mama while she’s frantically flying in a 2x2m hallway, so you can put her back in a large rectangular hole in the wall, this at one in the morning, while praying your mother won’t wake up? Because I have.
Anyway. Have you ever tried to catch an irate and terrified blue tit mama while she’s frantically flying in a 2x2m hallway, so you can put her back in a large rectangular hole in the wall, this at one in the morning, while praying your mother won’t wake up? Because I have.
I am sorry to say I am tearing up laughing at your tale. The bird was okay and likely learned from his experience, though.
Reminds me of when I was a kid and blue tits nested in our mural mailbox. My brother and I, being kids, would open the mailbox door (inside the house) to peek at the babies. Anyway. Have you ever tried to catch an irate and terrified blue tit mama while she’s frantically flying in a 2x2m hallway, so you can put her back in a large rectangular hole in the wall, this at one in the morning, while praying your mother won’t wake up? Because I have.
Oh no! 😸