I was just about to step into the shower when Mrs. O knocked on the bathroom door to announce a household emergency. I figured Huckleberry had torn something up. But it was a bird that somehow had fallen down the chimney into the wood stove. Luckily, we hadn't burned wood last night. I was able to corner the frightened, soot-garbed birdie, grab it with gloved hands, and set it free outside with no injuries on either side. All without my first cup of joe. I'm ready for another week at Huckleberries. Here's your Monday Wild Card ...