I dub thee...

The baby birds had built themselves a solid wall of fecal matter whose structural integrity would have impressed any civil engineer.

They seemed very pleased with themselves but I wasn't going to stand for it.

The cage was disassembled for cleaning and tiny creatures were given clear and concise instructions.

No funny business!

Mid way through the cleaning operation I sensed something amiss.

ONe of the baby birds was looking right at me...

The final piece of the puzzle snapped in my head, alarm bells went off and I started close the cage door... too late.

The sharp eyed critter had seen the small gap between my hand and the door and made a break for it.

Free of its cage, the gray fluffy bolt of lightning bounced around the living room,

ricocheting from wall to wall before angling into the other 2 rooms in the house.

By the time I had secured the cage again (the other inmates were getting rowdy) the blot of gray had disappeared.

A frantic search began for the escapee who had by now began phase 2 of the e&e plan (escape and evade).

Moving every piece of furniture at least twice, shining light into every possible corner, the errant flier was no where to be found.

2 hours later, I had employed the aid of the neighbor and was in the process of doing round 3 of the "moving furniture" game.

This was one clever birdie indeed.

Finally it was time for my final card up my sleeve... the snitch.

Silencing the entire house.

The remaining inmates were placed in the middle of the house, a tasty treat placed on the floor.

Then the waiting began...

5min

10min

the birds in the cage were enjoying their snack very much and making a party of it.


15min

then... from the corner of the store room. *cheep*

ah ha!

the heat swooped on the fugitive like a fat kid on a smartie.

It was over in a flash.

Safely back in its cage, the ball of gray fluff stares at me as if saying, "I had a good run"

And so the first of the chicks earns its name.

I dub thee, tinyhawk