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A quick story. I am working in my office this afternoon, trying to dig out from vacation before work resumes on Monday. About a half hour ago, I looked up and saw a small brown bird jumping along the hallway, haven't gotten trapped in the building who knows how many days ago. I couldn't catch him and spent 20 minutes listening to him trying to fly through windows and get caught in blinds and generally abuse himself. :(
Two minutes ago, while my head was down and my back was turned, this bird (who I have nicknamed Stewie) apparently snuck into my office, flew quietly into my trash can, buried himself under a bunch of papers, and then began beating his wings as hard as possible. Oh, and I screamed. Just thought I would share the story for your amusement.
Two items of note:
1) Using my trash can as a makeshift cage, Stewie has been safely transferred downstairs and to the front door, where he happily flew away to find some food or hire a hooker or whatever birds it is do when they get out of prison.
2) If I should be found dead of a heart attack in my office on Monday morning, I want you all to know it is Stewie's fault.
Two minutes ago, while my head was down and my back was turned, this bird (who I have nicknamed Stewie) apparently snuck into my office, flew quietly into my trash can, buried himself under a bunch of papers, and then began beating his wings as hard as possible. Oh, and I screamed. Just thought I would share the story for your amusement.
Two items of note:
1) Using my trash can as a makeshift cage, Stewie has been safely transferred downstairs and to the front door, where he happily flew away to find some food or hire a hooker or whatever birds it is do when they get out of prison.
2) If I should be found dead of a heart attack in my office on Monday morning, I want you all to know it is Stewie's fault.