Tuesday, March 17, 2015

the bird in the fireplace

Today a noisy miner was rescued from our fireplace. It squawked as it flew away from our window, objecting vocally to the indignity of being bodily grabbed, transported, and defenestrated by the pest control guy. After at least two days trapped in the dark, the only light being from my torch as I tried to identify it, I imagine it would soon have forgotten its complaints and gotten to the business of food, water, and being a nuisance. These birds are protected because they're native animals but they're as pervasive as lantana or cane toads. Still, it's a living creature that was saved from a lonely end, and the salvation of which saved our apartment from putridity. All's well that ends well, I guess?

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