A thunderstorm knocked down lines and caused a power outage in Bennington Vermont which kept me home from Bellydancing class tonight.
So I cleaned up my studio instead of dancing and when I came into the house there was Bud sitting in front of the woodstove like he was watching TV.
The last time he did this I didn’t pay enough attention to him and only found the bluebird in the stove after it had died.
This time I took notice and when I opened the door there was the bird, covered in ash, sitting quietly in the corner of the stove. I was surprised it didn’t move as I reached in, gently wrapped my hand around it, and pulled it out.
But when I took it outside and opened my hand, it flew away with a moment’s hesitation.
Back in the house, I scratched Bud’s head (which he loves) thanked him, and told him what a good boy he was.
Now he’s asleep on the couch, no longer interested in the woodstove.
But I think I’ll take a look in the stove before I go to bed anyway, just to make sure there are no more birds stuck in it.