Observations on RookPoo and Nest Building

Today The Owner's face was very black and I have to say that his mood seemed likewise so I have kept out of the way. It has been raining heavily all day so the sunny spot behind the barbie was out of the question, so I have spent the day curled up in the straw in the calf sheds. Our cottage is very old, The Owner says it is hundreds of years old so it is probably as old as him. In the shed is an old copper what they used to use for washing. The Owner refers to it as Zanussi V1.0 and then laughs very loudly at his own joke. I have been telling Rook for days that the chimney pot above the copper is not a good place for building a nest but would he listen to me? Mind you with the row his Lady Rook keeps making if he doesn't build it right he is probably deaf by now. Anyway, this morning Rook threw a particularly large twig down the chimney and forgot to let go. When The Owner went to get some logs he heard him in the chimney. What started out as just opening the firebox door for Rook to find his way out has finished up with bits of stone and copper everywhere and one Rook very reluctant to show his face. With the first row of stone and bricks already removed it was at this point that Rook chose to make his bid for freedom. I can't help but think if he had thought first about his escape route The Owner may not have got covered in quite so much soot and rook poo and my life may have been a little easier today. This evening it is still raining, The Owner has wiped most of the soot from his face on a bath towel (I suspect that Lady Cleaner Hoomun will have an opinion about that tomorrow) and Rook is on top of the chimney again being berated by Lady Rook for using the wrong size sticks to build her the nest of her dreams. Equilibrium has been restored, which is more than can be said for the copper!