Was a small finch of some sort. It’s the second-most likely culprit next to sparrows. This one didn’t spend too much time avoiding the inevitable once I opened the stove door and let in some light, he came blasting out in a cloud of soot – startling the hell out of Laddie – and smacked directly into the kitchen window.
I shut Torso Boy in the bedroom and opened the front door, trying to herd the stupid thing out of the cabin. Of course it ignored all open exits, preferring to throw itself sharply against closed windows like its dear old pappy had taught it. This went on until it got a good running start and damn near brained itself against the front window.
At that point rescue became much easier, as I could simply reach between the wall and the reading chair and pick him up while he was stunned. He didn’t shake it off until we had stood at the porch railing for several seconds at which he regained enough of his marbles to realize he was sitting in a human’s open hand and should probably fly away.