CRASH! SCRAAAAPE DOWN A WALL! CLUNK! BANG!
What the? That’s what I woke up to a few mornings back. Waaay too early. I sat up to figure out what I heard and there was MORE crashing and banging. I lunged out of bed to see the back of my son turning the corner to the kitchen. YIKES! It must be bad if it woke him up! BANG AND SCRAPE! And then I was in the kitchen looking at my son holding a punched out window screen.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Rose had her head stuck in the screen and was fighting to get it out,” he replied. “She went through the screen???” “Yep.” (Thank heavens I had the windows cranked almost closed or there would have been a one story drop for her to the ground.) “Do you know why?” “Nope, maybe it has to do with that moth or something that just flew by.” My son wears glasses and without them everything is fuzzy.
We put the screen back in its frame and then back in the window. “Well, aren’t you going to go see what it is?” he asked. “What do you mean?” “It’s over by the kitchen window.” I had “ass-sumed” that flying by meant the window so I walked over to look out the window and promptly got smacked in the face. By a BIRD flying around IN the house. Not outside. CRAP. I immediately started blocking and attempting to catch the bird. The last thing I needed was to get into a smack down with my three cats and my dog over that bird. I was successful, but that poor bird was panting and stressed to the max. Poor thing! But I confess I was thrilled to be able to hold it. I adore birds and it was a treat to have it nestled in my hand.
My son grabbed the camera as I took the bird outside. He was able to get the following shot because the wren didn’t fly away immediately when I opened my hand.
This incident solved one problem for me. I have been sorely missing my feathered friends in the morning since my old lady maple fell. I have been trying to figure out a way to put a feeder off the window sill (like a window flower box) that would still enable me to open the windows (crank-outs suck). But I will just have to do without. I don’t want my cat launching herself through a window one story up nor do I want her attacking the birds. *Sigh*
And on a side note – it wasn’t the cat that woke me and my son up initially. It was his phone falling, scraping and rattling down between the wall and the headboard of his bed. I’d have been on my own otherwise, I’m sure. 🙂