This morning while I had my breakfast (coke with old bread) I suddenly noticed a strange sound from the coop behind our kitchen. I was a bit worried, so I woke up my fiance... we both thought it is a mice (yep we have mices in the 4th floor!)... but while we were listening we heard typical bird wing noises. We had a bird in our coop... don´t ask me how it got there, this flat is just a mess. We know that some birds have their nest between two walls behind our bathroom, obviously a younger bird fell out of the nest and finally found it way into the coop.

I had an appointment so I had to leave. When I came back three hours later my fiance had alreay searched the bird and cleared out the coop. But we couldn´t find the flying visitor... there was still to much stuff in it. So we started to built a lil trap with some food. After half n hour we heard noises again, and looked if our trap worked. But it didn´t, it was empty. Suddenly I saw the bird, lying dead just next to the trap. I was shoked, it seemed like it just died. My faince said it´s not dead... but even after poking it ,it didn´t moved. Actually the bird started to move when my dear tried to grap it! And it flew...right back into the coop.

However Daniel just ran after it and finally catched the nervous bundle of feathers. We didn´t know what to do... it looked injured, so we put it in our laundrybox :



It´s again playing dead on the picture.

So, I called an animal doctor what we should do now and I was told to throw it in the air and see if it can fly. If not, I can bring it. Well... you know, I thought it might be kinda... cruel... to throw it in the air (just imagen it can´t fly...), because of that we simply sat it on the laundrybox... and luckily, it really flew away.

When we were back up in our flat we were so happy that the birdy was finally save and gone. But then we heard the same sounds ... after opening the coop door again... just before our eyes... a second bird... much younger , and it even screaming when my darling catched it.



I really hoped that the young bird could fly already... To test it we again sat it onto the laundrybox and immedentially it started to fly, however, it flew against a window and then lied stunned onto the windowsill. Happily it wasn´t injured and after a short shocking moment it flew away, too, just like his mother did.

-The End-

Yeah... and who has to tidy everything up now? Of course me !