So, after all my bitching about the birds in the chimney, one of the babies ended up in our fireplace today, tangling itself in the fire screen.

I freaked out an appropriate amount and then got Matt to take the whole screen outside for me.  I'm hoping that the bird gets out and finds freedom.  Or, that Darwinism handles it.  Whatever, I'm not picky.


I finished out the day making brownies, polishing silver, and boiling simple syrup.

And trying not to feel like a bird killer.