So this morning after Ferg and I were changing Lila, we came out of Lila’s room into the kitchen/dining room/living room and there was a BIRD (a woodpecker bird, exactly like the one at left) IN MY KITCHEN. Flying around.
Ferg started shaking.
Lila, who was in my arms, just stared. Very quietly.
(Yep, she was the calmest of the three of us.)
I called Craig at work and told him to, “GET HOME THERE IS A BIRD IN THE HOUSE WHY ARE YOU AT WORK WHEN I NEED YOU AT HOME TO GET THE BIRD OUT OF THE HOUSE?”
[I really should have kept my cool. I mean it’s pretty much indoor/outdoor living here. Doors are open, no screens, etc. But again, I.hate.birds.]
C. told me to open all the doors and the bird would fly out. (Reasonable.)
I didn’t want to do it.
BIRDS ARE SO twitchy. You can’t trust them.
So, I opened the two sets of doors I was willing to touch. (I skipped the one in the kitchen that opens to our indoor/outdoor laundry room because I didn’t want the bird to dodge me. Birds do that, you know.)
Then, a few minutes later it flew from my kitchen, through my dining room, through my living room, out the sliding glass doors to the “outdoors” WHERE IT BELONGS.
I’m still tense.
Ferg has hidden herself behind the couch.
Lila is napping in her swing.
My only fear? A bird crossed my path on Friday the 13th. Is that kind of like a black cat crossing your path and it being bad luck? Maybe if it’s a bird crossing your path whilst in your home it’s actually good luck.
I prefer to think that.