… is far better than a bird flying around your bedroom, scaring the hell out of you and landing on you husband’s sleeping head while you are trying to catch it in a terribly inadequate butterfly net while keeping your cattle dog from having it for an early-morning snack while being watched by two snickering children.
My family and I went to Yosemite for a 36-hour whirlwind mini-vacation while my neighbor watched my dog. Unfortunately, she left the side door open so our dog could come and go.
It seems that the birds at my feeders were able to come and go freely also.
An adolescent female oriole wandered in, flew upstairs, and hid on top of the ceiling fan in my bedroom all night. Unbeknownst to me, she silently watched The Bachelorette along with me.
Then, at first light, she tried to make a break for it.
I slowly opened my eyes and there she was diving down at me unannounced which was slightly disconcerting since the cabin we stayed at Yosemite had bats in the attic.
I got out of bed and went downstairs to borrow my son’s butterfly net.
My two boys peered at me through a crack in the door as I ran around my bedroom like an escaped mental patient—in my bathrobe—swinging a butterfly net and yelling obscenities at a defenseless little bird.
It was over fairly quickly, which was good for all involved. My sleepy husband took this picture of the feathered vagrant and then I set it free—out the same door I suspect it had entered.
All was right with the world once again.
Sweet lil guy!
Posted by: Stef | July 14, 2009 at 07:17 AM
Stef,
I think it was actually a girl because of her coloring.
Miss you.
Posted by: chigiy | July 21, 2009 at 04:51 PM