Heh, oh yes, juvenillebirds trying to learn to fly is always interesting! I thinkmy closest encounter was about four years ago (before we got my rabbitor my dog), and recently a few Scrub Jays had had babies and they werenow big enough to be learning to fly. One of them, he must'vebeen curious about the big, black hole at the top of our chimney, fellinto it. Now, normally, he would have just fallen all the wayto the fireplace, or onto the cover to the fireplace; but ours wasdifferent. You see, our thingie (can't remember what it'scalled) that closes off our chimney was stuck halfway shut, and the jaywas sitting on it like a ledge. And he wouldn't come downinto the fireplace, and he wouldn't try to fly back up. Thepoor thing.
My Mom (who goes berserk when she sees astray dog, or animal in trouble) attempted to thrust a large branchdown into our chimney to let the brid climb up. But hedidn't. So we didn't know what to do. A few hourslater (my Mom was about to go insane, and wasn't sure how to handleit), the bird fell down into our fireplace, and when my Dad got homefrom work, the four of us (my Mom, Dad, brother, and me) all grabbedsheets and let the bird loose in our house. It eventuallywent down the hallway, half scared out of its mind, and landed at theend of it, where I snatched it up (using the sheet), and ran outsidewith it. It seemed fine, sooty, but fine.
The funniest part is that we still a bit of the branches in our chimney.
--Melissa and Umbra