The Bird
So I made a new friend after work this evening. This little friend was so nice that she left a few presents all over my room.
My friend Liesl met up at my house after work. I was going to change, and then we'd head over to the most glorious night of the week: 50 cent taco night. She put her stuff down on my bed, when I noticed a few peculiar things. There were these markings on my bed that looked like dirt. I looked around and noticed the same markings on my wall. Lotion bottles were on the floor. And what do you know? The markings really resembled bird crap. I checked to see if the window was open in the bathroom, and what do you know? It was! So then I checked my roommate's bedroom for any markings, and flapping around the ceiling was a little Chickadee. That's right: a bird flew into my house. How long it was flapping around, it's hard to say. But Liesl and I spent the next 40 minutes coming up with inventive ways to lure it out the window. Picture frames, broom handles, hats, towels, boxes (with a bread treat inside!) were all used. Finally, a hamper and a cardboard box finally did the trick, as we trapped it and finally set it free. I think the poor thing was more scared of us than anything, because it found some inventive ways to hide from us: under the bed, under the radiator, in the closet. However, fear seems to zap away any intelligence. At one point, the bird actually made its way to the open window, but couldn't figure out how to look DOWN AND NOTICE THE WINDOW WAS OPEN. We couldn't open it all the way because of the A/C unit, but the damn thing pecked at the window for 5 minutes before giving up and flying around the ceiling. The rescue effort went well, and as a reward, I treated Liesl and myself to a nice pitcher of margaritas. But now I must attend to the loads of laundry I have to do, because guess what?!? Bird crap doesn't get out of sheets in one washing. :(
My friend Liesl met up at my house after work. I was going to change, and then we'd head over to the most glorious night of the week: 50 cent taco night. She put her stuff down on my bed, when I noticed a few peculiar things. There were these markings on my bed that looked like dirt. I looked around and noticed the same markings on my wall. Lotion bottles were on the floor. And what do you know? The markings really resembled bird crap. I checked to see if the window was open in the bathroom, and what do you know? It was! So then I checked my roommate's bedroom for any markings, and flapping around the ceiling was a little Chickadee. That's right: a bird flew into my house. How long it was flapping around, it's hard to say. But Liesl and I spent the next 40 minutes coming up with inventive ways to lure it out the window. Picture frames, broom handles, hats, towels, boxes (with a bread treat inside!) were all used. Finally, a hamper and a cardboard box finally did the trick, as we trapped it and finally set it free. I think the poor thing was more scared of us than anything, because it found some inventive ways to hide from us: under the bed, under the radiator, in the closet. However, fear seems to zap away any intelligence. At one point, the bird actually made its way to the open window, but couldn't figure out how to look DOWN AND NOTICE THE WINDOW WAS OPEN. We couldn't open it all the way because of the A/C unit, but the damn thing pecked at the window for 5 minutes before giving up and flying around the ceiling. The rescue effort went well, and as a reward, I treated Liesl and myself to a nice pitcher of margaritas. But now I must attend to the loads of laundry I have to do, because guess what?!? Bird crap doesn't get out of sheets in one washing. :(