I totally forgot to blog about Saturday morning!
So, I’m sleeping soundly on Saturday morning around 8 o’clock and I start hearing a lot of racket down stairs. Jim comes up into the bedroom and says in a very stern, deep, serious voice, “I need you to get up NOW”. I’m like, geez, ok – but I knew something was up because he never talks like that.
I follow him downstairs into the kitchen where it’s a total wreck. There are million things out on the counter, a ladder and a step stool in the middle of the kitchen, flashlights out, and the cabinets above the stove are open.
He tells me to see if I can figure out what’s making this noise – We both think it’s a bird but it could be a bat or a rat… He opens the silver tubing that goes to the vent hood and I see some claws come out. Yep, it’s definitely a bird... or a rat or a bat. I don’t want any of the three in my house. I run upstairs and get a net. Steffi senses something is wrong and starts to wimper and gets in our way. Jim puts the net next to the vent tubing and we see that it’s a bird. Whew. Well the bird gets away and zoomss throughout the house with three maniacal dogs terrorizing it – upstairs, downstairs and upstairs again whilst we’re screaming NO NO NO!! The petrified bird finally flies to the window on the landing and gets behind the blinds. Jim opens the window slowly and I push the screen out setting the panic-stricken sparrow free. I know that’s one happy bird to get out of our wild house! What an intense morning.
Thank you, Santa Ted!
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