Owl down the lum.

This is what the house looks like when you've got an owl down he lum.

We arrived up north, dashed in got the fires lit and the next thing the place was like a smokehouse in Arbroath.

Our first thought was that a column of cold air had filled the chimney and needed a bit of time to clear but after twenty minutes I decided to stop the fire and have a poke around and, there jammed, just above the back boiler, was an adult Tawny Owl that had fallen down and couldn't get free.

Poor thing but after some gory too-ing and fro-ing I managed to get the bird out and the fire back on.

It's never dull in the country.