Or more accurately, who let the bird in?
Yes, for the second time since I've lived in the house, a bird has managed to find its way into my house...and scare the heck out of me. I awoke this morning to hear rustling and some squeaky noises coming from outside my bedroom and my first thought was "ACK mouse or squirrel" and once I got up the nerve, I scampered out of bed and rushed over & closed the bedroom door. Then I threw on some clothes, socks & shoes (not knowing what I would be encountering outside the door), took a deep breath, and opened the door.
All was quiet for the moment, so I stepped out into the living room (where it was still a bit dark due to it only being 7:15 am and overcast) and looked around. Suddenly there was rustling from the front picture window area and what do I see? A bird sitting on top of the bookcase...not one of the little finches who sit under the window awnings and watch me play on the computer, but one of the black birds that remind me of Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds when copious numbers of them gather in the backyard.
It began to fly into the window trying to get out, so I jumped into action...hurrying to prop open the back door so I could shoo him straight across the living room, through the pass-thru opening into the kitchen, and it would then have a straight-line out the door. I grabbed the broom, returned to the living room, and proceeded to try to use the broom to direct the bird away from the window. After several tries where the bird tried to hide in the corner, I finally got it flying and as I'd hoped, it made a straight dash towards the kitchen & out the back door. *whew* Heart could return to normal.
The only way I can figure that the bird could get in the house is down the chimney through the fireplace, so note to self: when I get the roof checked out, see if they will check what kind of cap/cover is on the chimney...and get the damper fixed (and shut it).
Yes, for the second time since I've lived in the house, a bird has managed to find its way into my house...and scare the heck out of me. I awoke this morning to hear rustling and some squeaky noises coming from outside my bedroom and my first thought was "ACK mouse or squirrel" and once I got up the nerve, I scampered out of bed and rushed over & closed the bedroom door. Then I threw on some clothes, socks & shoes (not knowing what I would be encountering outside the door), took a deep breath, and opened the door.
All was quiet for the moment, so I stepped out into the living room (where it was still a bit dark due to it only being 7:15 am and overcast) and looked around. Suddenly there was rustling from the front picture window area and what do I see? A bird sitting on top of the bookcase...not one of the little finches who sit under the window awnings and watch me play on the computer, but one of the black birds that remind me of Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds when copious numbers of them gather in the backyard.
It began to fly into the window trying to get out, so I jumped into action...hurrying to prop open the back door so I could shoo him straight across the living room, through the pass-thru opening into the kitchen, and it would then have a straight-line out the door. I grabbed the broom, returned to the living room, and proceeded to try to use the broom to direct the bird away from the window. After several tries where the bird tried to hide in the corner, I finally got it flying and as I'd hoped, it made a straight dash towards the kitchen & out the back door. *whew* Heart could return to normal.
The only way I can figure that the bird could get in the house is down the chimney through the fireplace, so note to self: when I get the roof checked out, see if they will check what kind of cap/cover is on the chimney...and get the damper fixed (and shut it).
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