Take a look at his tail. He had part of it singed off when he decided to perch in the light bowl just below the ceiling fan blades (one of which he is pictured sitting on here). I guess he thought it was a warm place to be. I smelled smoke and said to Susan, “Is something burning?” She thought it might have been the night light, so she checked on it. Those few seconds must have been close to Chants being ignited, because I mentioned where he was, and Susan rushed to get him out of it. A bulb had burnt his beautiful tail feathers, and now he has a different tale to tell. (They will grow back when he moults in the future.)
This is an approximation of the timing of the event. As you might expect, those inconjuncts were operating for everyone at the same time, but each individual’s experience will dictate what happens to them. In Chants’ case, he had a near miss. It could have been worse.
He’s not even two months of age. We have to remember that he’s still a baby and will have to keep a close eye on him. Babyhood allows innocence to overcome adversity. Hopefully, this experience won’t scar/scare him too much. Bless.