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< kaberett> also this was my afternoon: https://twitter.com/XanderSalamandr/status/359772662995750912
< kaberett> [...] so this was the second day running I had heard noises as of a pigeon being kind of useless behind the gas fire, in the blocked-off fireplace
< kaberett> I'd started out hoping that it would find its own way out
< kaberett> on hearing it today I decided it clearly hadn't, and I should Do Something about it
< kaberett> I persuaded baby brother and houseguest that they wanted to be useful to complement my faffing slightly uselessly
< kaberett> so we moved the fire forward
< kaberett> and pried up the board blocking off the fireplace along one edge
< kaberett> and saw nothing.
< kaberett> so we sat and waited a bit
< kaberett> and eventually a pigeon reappeared.
< kaberett> and I looked at it, and it looked at me, through the gap
< kaberett> and it looked sad and bedraggled
< kaberett> so I went and got (a) some pumpkin seeds and (b) a couple of flowerpots
< kaberett> and laid a trail of seeds from inside the fireplace to inside the flowerpots
< kaberett> and it eagerly consumed the seeds inside the fireplace
< kaberett> then turned itself in baffled circles for a while.
< kaberett> and occasionally peered out.
< kaberett> and finally nerved itself to push its way out into the LIGHT in spite of the people.
< kaberett> ... it proceeded to not go into the flowerpot, having apparently had enough of dark confined spaces, regardless of how many pumpkin seeds they ontained.
< kaberett> it crouched, instead, in between the wall and the flowerpot, for a little while, eying me with GREAT SUSPICION.
< kaberett> and then it flew across the room, and sat sadly on the windowsill staring out of the window.
< kaberett> Xander has kept birds.
< kaberett> Xander calmly walked over and picked it up.
< kaberett> I opened the front door.
< kaberett> Xander took it outside and gave it a boost.
< kaberett> And off it flew, slightly bedraggled but looking VERY HAPPY to be in sunshine again.
< kaberett> [...] so this was the second day running I had heard noises as of a pigeon being kind of useless behind the gas fire, in the blocked-off fireplace
< kaberett> I'd started out hoping that it would find its own way out
< kaberett> on hearing it today I decided it clearly hadn't, and I should Do Something about it
< kaberett> I persuaded baby brother and houseguest that they wanted to be useful to complement my faffing slightly uselessly
< kaberett> so we moved the fire forward
< kaberett> and pried up the board blocking off the fireplace along one edge
< kaberett> and saw nothing.
< kaberett> so we sat and waited a bit
< kaberett> and eventually a pigeon reappeared.
< kaberett> and I looked at it, and it looked at me, through the gap
< kaberett> and it looked sad and bedraggled
< kaberett> so I went and got (a) some pumpkin seeds and (b) a couple of flowerpots
< kaberett> and laid a trail of seeds from inside the fireplace to inside the flowerpots
< kaberett> and it eagerly consumed the seeds inside the fireplace
< kaberett> then turned itself in baffled circles for a while.
< kaberett> and occasionally peered out.
< kaberett> and finally nerved itself to push its way out into the LIGHT in spite of the people.
< kaberett> ... it proceeded to not go into the flowerpot, having apparently had enough of dark confined spaces, regardless of how many pumpkin seeds they ontained.
< kaberett> it crouched, instead, in between the wall and the flowerpot, for a little while, eying me with GREAT SUSPICION.
< kaberett> and then it flew across the room, and sat sadly on the windowsill staring out of the window.
< kaberett> Xander has kept birds.
< kaberett> Xander calmly walked over and picked it up.
< kaberett> I opened the front door.
< kaberett> Xander took it outside and gave it a boost.
< kaberett> And off it flew, slightly bedraggled but looking VERY HAPPY to be in sunshine again.