I was sleeping on the sofa in my family room because there is a DSL modem on my bed (long story). I heard a scratching noise but I could not tell what it was or exactly where it was coming from. It stopped for a while, and I went upstairs. My grandmother called my name and says there is a bird in the chimney. I come downstairs and I see a bird in the bottom of the chimney. There was a screen there so he could not get out. There was soot all over the floor from the bird flapping it's wings. I went upstairs and put on long pants and a jacket for protection. I then found some gloves to put on. First I had to grab my camera and take a quick picture. Now I have to get the bird out of there. I leaned the fireplace screen back just enough to get my arm through. I could tell that wasn't going to work after several failed attempts at grabbing the bird. I moved the screen more and the bird flew out (good job Justin). The bird flies into the kitchen and towards the back door. He slams into the glass a few times and falls on the rug below the door. I try to grab him but he flew back into the family room and dissapeared. I know he is in there but I cannot see him. I walk over towards the sofa and something drips onto my cheek. My first reaction: This better not be bird shi...feces. It isn't bird feces, it's blood. I look up and see the bird sitting on top of a basket that is hanging from the ceiling. I make another attempt to grap him...he gets away. He then flew into the dinig room, then the living room and back into the dining room on top of a door. I finally got a hold of him but he escaped. I grabbed again and held on this time. When I got into the kitchen he escaped my grasp once more and hopped onto the counter top from my hands. I grabbed him again and this time made sure he wasnt going to escape. My grandmother opened the back door for me and the bird and I were finally outside. I walked around to the side of the house were there are more trees. I opened my hands but he did not fly away. I wiped a few drops of blood of the end of his beak with my finger (still wearning the gloves). After a few minutes he flew away. He seemed to be okay. It wasnt over yet because I had to clean the blood up the blood and soot. I feel bad because that bird must have been very scared and hurt.