Rather splendidly, the major fuss I made here the other day has got it out of my system and I’ve been feeling better since then.. In part because there is too much else to do – once I took in that I haven’t time to hang about, there’s so much to be getting on with, I stopped dwelling on the frustration that the thing that we are waiting for has not happened. And so I’m still burning the candles (just at one end) but I’m listening to music too in the evenings.
This morning, I had just woken up when, at around 6 o’clock, I heard the sound of a dove falling down the bedroom chimney. I knew it was a dove because I could hear that it was a large bird, but pigeons never do fall down. Maybe they just have a better sense of balance. There is a board in front of the fireplace and a chest of drawers in front of that. When we got up, we moved them and left the windows open and the door shut. I don’t know if it got out as I went out for lunch; the Sage shut them later on the assumption that it had probably gone. I hope so. We will find out at first light tomorrow; if it is still there it will start to flutter again and I will get up straight away and let it go. There are ledges in the old chimney where it was sitting when I looked for it this morning. As you can tell, I’ve dealt with this regularly over the past 25 years.
We do occasionally have birds come down the drawing room chimney, but less frequently, and they are smaller birds. This chimney is lined so there are no ledges. Once, my cleaning lady came to tell me, in some agitation, that there were two black and white birds flying around the room. A pair of swallows had fallen down. We were able to get them out of the window, but there was a fair amount of clearing up to do. At least, since we never light a fire in the bedroom, there is no soot.