Do you find it interesting that strange things happen when you have company?  Could that be a Murphy’s Law?

The Buds were over. We were sitting at the breakfast table laughing and playing Skip-Bo.

Suddenly we heard screams, “Bird in the house.  Bird in the house.  Try to get him out!”

When Number One Son and wife Mikel walked into the house, a little bird joined them.  I do not know what type of bird it was, but it was rather small, plump, and had brown feathers.

Oh, my!  Little Birdie was flitting and flapping all around the den.

First thoughts:

“Little Birdie in the sky…”  Do you remember the childhood rhyme?  It ends with, “I’m just glad that cows don’t fly.”

Then we all shuddered because we remembered seeing Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds.  “What was going on?”

No matter what we did, Little Birdie did not want to go back outside.

Then Little Birdie decided to visit us in the kitchen.  At this point,  there are looks of terror on my guests’ faces  The Buds are scared, but they dare not move out of their seats.  At first, Little Birdie appeared to like the kitchen light fixture and perched there several times.

He was perfectly happy sitting atop the tea pots.

This picture illustrates how quickly Little Birdie was moving.  At this point, we had closed all the bedroom and bathroom doors in the house.   Contain and surround was our plan of action.  I am here to tell you – Six adults and one child were helpless against this fine feathered foe.  He refused to go out.

Back to the teapots Little Birdie flew.  I got a broom (while trying to take pictures – understand the problem?), and Number One Son had a yard stick.  We yelled.  We clapped our hands.  Little Birdie was unfazed.  He was not going outside.  He appeared to be contented in the warm dry house.

Can you find Little Birdie in this blurry picture?  By now this situation had been going on for about fifteen minutes.  Honorable guests are beginning to give verbal instructions on how best to extricate Little Birdie, but they still do not move from their seats.

Little Birdie did not appear frightened.  He was in control, and he was enjoying his new found space.

Suddenly, Little Birdie flew into the garage, (Miracles of Miracles.) and still he did not want to go outside.  For several more minutes he flew around the garage.  Finally, Little Birdie flew out into the dark evening sky.  He was gone.

That was more than enough excitement for one evening.  Once again, all was well.

Blessings to you and yours,

Can you tell we have been cooped up too long by the frigid cold weather?

By the way, I lost all three games of Skip-Bo.  Thought you might like to know.