Too bad the picture doesn't do it justice!
Last Saturday night, we went to small group. We had a sitter for Noah. When we got home, we walked her to the door. Greg was just about to close the door and in flew a bird! We were running around trying to figure out what to grab quickly to catch it or shew it out. Jinx (one of our cats) cornered it behind the sofa cushions. I'm thinking to myself, there are going to be bird guts all over my white sofa... Greg came up from the basement with a laundry basket. Not really sure exactly what happened, but the bird "escaped" and then there was a huge dent in our ceiling. After some chasing, the bird ended up in John's room. We closed the door so it was at least contained. I was a little disgusted it was in John's room, but what can you do? Meanwhile, John had woken up and was starving to death. I started feeding John. Greg went in to catch the bird. Every once in a while I would hear a bunch of noise. Then he would come out and I could hear the chirping (you know, heckling him). Eventually, he caught it under a box and was able to slide another flattened box under it.
The bird only pooped in one place. But there were feathers everywhere! Noah slept through the whole thing, but we told him about it the next morning. All week, he's been talking about it as if he were there. He keeps saying the bird flew in and pooped on the pillow and it was gross.
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