Long time readers of the Struan Farm blog may remember I've had to rescue a kingfisher or two from the garage or on the deck previously. This week it was number three. It seems I've perfected my technique.
John mentioned he'd thought a bird had flown into the garage before disappearing off somewhere on the farm. I was out working outside and kept hearing a fluttering sound, so went to investigate. And yes, it was a kingfisher, caught back by the window. He'd sandwiched himself between the window and our firewood bins, assistance was required. The expression "a fine kettle of fish" means a muddle or awkward situation, which this certainly was!
He squawked away while I moved things, opened the window and got my broom. He hitched a ride up to the open window on my horizontal broom, relieved to be flying away. Kettle of fish all sorted. They don't call me a superhero for nothing.
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