…when exiting the wall.
It’s days like this that I absolutely love home ownership.
The hole on the right is where the sounds were coming from late last night. Where the bird is now, God only knows.
There was a sparrow at the feeder this evening that was quite ruffled and dopey looking. He didn’t flee the scene when I walked by like the rest of the birds did, but just sat there looking around. I’m choosing to believe he was the one trapped in the wall and that he somehow managed to find his own way out. He hung around for a while and ate quite a bit of seed before he flew off.