The Winged Intruder

A shriek in the night was suddenly heard, my daughter upstairs,'a bird,a bird', my son runs to help and shouts 'magpie', I yell 'open the window,so out it can fly'. A magpie you say,I doubt it is so, I'll take a look,ornithology I know. It's not a magpie, you silly thing, it's nothing but a common starling. They've made a nest up in my loft, they've used my old clothes,nice and soft. i've patched up the hole,even had a new roof, even so,it's not starling proof. The poor bird's panting,scared to death, barely able to catch its breath. The window's open,good and wide as I shoo the bird, out it does glide. The panic is over,the bird is OK but it will happen again another day. I give up,I just can't win, so I welcome the starlings and let them come in.