Monday morning's trek up to the third floor for the usual round of writing and reading and coffee started off with a small dose of surprise: the noisy flapping and furniture hopping of an invasive starling, now the third time one of these nasty rascals has gotten into the attic mancave. In the photo above, you can see where he'd tucked in where the tight fit of a loveseat has been achieved in the center front dormer window bay. Ah, but how easy it was to trap him under a tall stadium cup for transport to the place of his ultimate disposition? It was a no-do-over cinch this time, and I ain't complaining that a fuss need not have been kicked up.
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