A Bird in the Hand......

You know what, this weather is beginning to get right up my nose. One day it's sunshine, so you are drawn into a false sense of security, then BANG it's bloody raining again. 
Right so I've had me little moan, now it's back to working down the wood yard in Madan. This time its dog kennels they want, well its all work plus it beats being in the "Dog House" I thought that was pretty good!
Anyway, they want 8 kennels to go to Turkey. They have'nt got a bloody clue  what they want really. "how big do you want them??". "dont know". "so what type of roof you want then??". "dont Know". " OK so do you want me to just get on with it then??". "yes ok"
Thank god for the gift of speech! That sorted I start working things out. I've not been going for more then 30 mins, when two of the lads come running over to tell me there's a bird trapped in the workshop. 
They all know I'm into birding, so came straight for me. "OK" I say, put down my drill and walk into the workshop. All and I mean All, the guys had stopped work, some were so terrified that they had covered their bloody heads with cardboard! Wot the HELL!! There up on a window ledge, some 5mts up was a warbler trying to break it's own neck to escape.
So I start to climb up the wall to reach it, good job I'm still agile,  right got it. Down I come, better take a look to see if its OK, then I can release it!
Wait a minute, whats this, well I'll be blowed. What I thought was a Chiffchaff, turns out to be a rather nice little Marsh Warbler, actually my first in BG.
I didn't want to stress it any more than it was, but I really wanted to get a good look, I mean how often do you get a chance to hold a new bird in your hand, and get a first rate inspection. Well I mean I had to check it was ok, didn't I!!
Around 14cm in length, pinkish legs, whiteish bib, almost like a Reed Warbler but with a shorter bill. Pale supercilium, grey-brown upper parts with a very slight yellowish below. 
Well better release it before I give it heart failure. Taken outside the bird soon looks perkier, so I find a nice safe spot, place it on the ground, step back and.......a bloody cat gets it,   NO I'm only joking, it took no time, it just flew off into a nearby bush. I thought it might have said THANKS cock, oh yes thats it, it was a male by the way. 
Well pleased with my new found bird and its rescue, I got back to the business of kennel making.