Inside that burnin' oven, looking out

This fledgling starling came down our chimney into the fireplace where

the glass door kept him from flying into the room. I spent all night

trying to figure out how I'd catch him and prevent him from flying

around the room. Many's the slip 'twixt cup and lip -- my elaborate

method didn't work. Instead, this morning I used the rather simpler

method of dropping a towel over him when he lit on a windowsill.



But here he was, a few minutes before, drawn to the light of my flashlight.