a fly-by

We had a little visitor this weekend in our house. Uninvited.

Unless you call a half-opened door an invitation.

It was a sparrow (a song sparrow, I think), which in the realm of possibilities around here for what wild critter could be traipsing into your home was pretty benign.

Naturally, I freaked out, screamed, ran in circles, and then called the hubs in. He brought a fishing net to get the bird, but ended up just using his hands to gently carry out the little guy.
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Look at him with his beak open. He might have been in shock. He sat on the hubs’ hand with his mouth wide open for a minute or so. Just like the Kid would if the hubs held a My Little Pony gummy above her head.
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He flew off and we haven’t heard from him since. He doesn’t call. He doesn’t write.

Caregiving is such an unappreciated job.

Maybe that was his poop on the deck railing.

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5 Responses to a fly-by

  1. How amazing that it just sat quietly on his hand…glad the story has a happyish ending!

  2. I’ve seen those little buggers around Kingston. I think it was that same kind of bird (or maybe even the same one…) that flew into our sliding door and knocked itself silly last year. I always thought people were kidding when they said birds did that!
    I’m now beginning to suspect it was the same bird…

  3. Birds these days…
    .-= Kerrie´s last blog ..I’m a Wiener: A Review =-.

  4. and our neighbor had one fly in, too. is there a bird out there making the rounds??
    .-= Wendy´s last blog ..the fruits of summer: berry, berry good =-.

  5. the kid said the bird sat there for a minute because he was “trying to remember all the bird things.” cracks me up…and is probably true.