Scratch

Yesterday morning:

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

“There’s something in the chimney, Justin.”

“It’s just the wind,” Justin says.

“There’s no wind in the trees.”

“It’s just the wind, Kristy.”

Yesterday afternoon:
I took the girls to the van and Justin opened the doors and then the flue. Guess what… There was a black bird caught in the chimney. It made a quick and safe escape out the back door. We’re glad that the bird wasn’t injured and was able to go back out to find food and water. Kate finds this all very interesting. She was talking about it all afternoon.