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Tonight I came home from work and when I walked in the door, I noticed that Jack was posed particularly alert in the upper hallway between the bedrooms. Then I thought I heard an odd fluttering, walked past the kitchen, and noticed debris on the floor.
There, against the high windows in the kitchen, a bird was trapped in the house.
This was a formidable bird; a Western Scrub Jay. Big and tough, scrub jays are supposed to be among the most intelligent of birds.
Not this one. This guy was a dumbshit.
First, I opened the patio door wide. It was sunset, and light was streaming in. The blinds were all drawn on the lower windows, and it should have been obvious, but the jay kept flinging himself against the clerestory windows.
Most of those windows are fixed glass, but one is an awning-type window, without a screen. I had to fetch the ladder from the basement to reach it, and managed to crank it open. This whole operation freaked the jay out so much he hid behind the vent-hood chimney, and I had to wait a while for him to calm down.
Meanwhile, brave Jack had retreated into the bedroom, and wasn't going anywhere near the kitchen.
Finally, the jay emerged from behind the hood chimney, and I used a broom to drive him toward the open window.
He fluttered in a panic and landed right on the open windowsill!! - but then he fluttered crazily back to dash his brains against the fixed glass window. I stood and watched him, wondering whether he'd find his way. Would it be cruel to use the broom to give him a nudge?
Flutter, flutter, frantic, and then - suddenly he found the opening! Goodbye, dumbshit! Good speed!
Jack was relieved.