I have to credit my clever husband Kim for the revised song lyrics.

Monday morning as my friend Brenda was picking me up for our yolates class at the Y, I saw a big old bird on top of the cabin.

A peacock.

More specifically, one of our peahens.  And yes, peacocks can fly very high for short distances.

This lady hatched out a chick late in the season, probably September, and she's been getting out of her pen ever since.  The bottom of the pen is regular fencing, with rectangular openings that the baby chick could easily walk through.  But Mama Peacock, being the good mother that she is but being way too large to fit through the fence, found a way to get out to stay with her roaming babe. She got out, but couldn't get back in.

Kim has caught her over and over again, putting her back in her pen.  

But this time, who knows why (perhaps a coyote or fox spooked her?) but she flew on top of the cabin for safety and apparently got disoriented.  Or too scared to leave.

For three days she hung out on the snow-covered roof, huddling by the chimney to keep warm most of the time.  

We were worried she might freeze/starve/dehydrate to death up there, but she wasn't moving until she was ready.  And yesterday was that day, and she flew down and Kim caught her and put her back into the pen.

Where she belongs.

...instead of up on the housetop.