A bird in my bedroom

Hah. That got the scandalmongers logging in didn't it.

Could have saved myself a trip to Yorkie. Certainly, the cost of the raptor centre, could have had all the bird I need here. That little hairy star of this house has expanded his portfolio once again, taking a break from mice and sparrows. Was in the spare room checking my mail after getting back from York and heard a scratching sound in the room several times.... couldn't locate it at first, but eventually found a Starling hiding atop the book shelves on the highest piece of junk it could find. Very wise too. The cat's made this room his lair of choice in the last few weeks, turning an old duvet cover into his bed. All attempts to persuade the boird to use the large open window came to naught; not suprising as Starlings are day birds as I recall, I left it to take it's chances with the cat who - contrary little bugger that he is - decided to ignore it and go to sleep. Low attention span, that animal I think.

Well, to my suprise, in the morning it was still alive and much more into the idea of escape. And so shall I. Out into the day I trot....