Happy Bird-day
Bird update:
Okay so two birds were actually only one blackbird. My housemate and her boyfriend had no success trying to tease it out of the loft so they gave up and left the hatch open so it could fly out into the house of its own accord. Then they went to Sainsbury's. We hadn't heard it for a while so we were wondering if it had escaped by the way it came in. Nope. About fifteen minutes after they'd left I heard fluttering wings and beak tapping. I thought it was still in the attic so I ventured downstairs to do some laundry and was startled by the blackbird zooming around the hallway and tapping at the front door. So I did what anybody would do... I legged it back upstairs. Apparently I'm a complete wuss. So I texted my housemate who called back and she told me she'd all but screamed when it flew at her. So we declared equal wimp status. She suggested that I go out the back door and open the front from outside so I didn't have to go near it. I ventured downstairs again... with a towel over my head and my glasses on... and realized that my front door key was by the sodding front door! So I tried to reason with the bird a little "don't move" (which obviously helped) then grabbed the front door key and ran into the kitchen closing the door behind me. So a few moments later I'm standing outside my house in my pyjamas and dressing gown nervously opening my own front door. My neighbours already think I've lost it; this will merely have confirmed that notion. The bird was tapping against the door so I tapped back to scare it off a bit and tentatively put the key in the lock. A tension filled thirty seconds or so followed (although it felt like a half hour) where I stood waiting feeling like a complete and utter twit until, thank god, the bird flew off to freedom. Hurrah!
And now every little creak in this house is wigging me out.
Okay so two birds were actually only one blackbird. My housemate and her boyfriend had no success trying to tease it out of the loft so they gave up and left the hatch open so it could fly out into the house of its own accord. Then they went to Sainsbury's. We hadn't heard it for a while so we were wondering if it had escaped by the way it came in. Nope. About fifteen minutes after they'd left I heard fluttering wings and beak tapping. I thought it was still in the attic so I ventured downstairs to do some laundry and was startled by the blackbird zooming around the hallway and tapping at the front door. So I did what anybody would do... I legged it back upstairs. Apparently I'm a complete wuss. So I texted my housemate who called back and she told me she'd all but screamed when it flew at her. So we declared equal wimp status. She suggested that I go out the back door and open the front from outside so I didn't have to go near it. I ventured downstairs again... with a towel over my head and my glasses on... and realized that my front door key was by the sodding front door! So I tried to reason with the bird a little "don't move" (which obviously helped) then grabbed the front door key and ran into the kitchen closing the door behind me. So a few moments later I'm standing outside my house in my pyjamas and dressing gown nervously opening my own front door. My neighbours already think I've lost it; this will merely have confirmed that notion. The bird was tapping against the door so I tapped back to scare it off a bit and tentatively put the key in the lock. A tension filled thirty seconds or so followed (although it felt like a half hour) where I stood waiting feeling like a complete and utter twit until, thank god, the bird flew off to freedom. Hurrah!
And now every little creak in this house is wigging me out.