Monday, March 22, 2010

So, the bird thing. . . yeah, it happened

So, after the blizzards of 2010 everything went a little haywire.  As mentioned before, snow madness resulted with a bird in our house.

The morning of, I woke to a tap-tap-tapping coming from the ceiling. It sounded. . . big. There was something in the attic. At pre-7am, this is just not something you want to deal with.  I did the first thing that came to mind, panicked. Then, I called a trapping company to come and get this HUGE animal out of my attic. The guy on the phone said they would be over early afternoon and I felt slightly more at ease. I went along with the rest of my day on the first floor - staying as far away from the roaming beast in the attic.

At 10am, I went to the kitchen to make a delicious snack of an english muffin with peanut butter. Sounds good, right? I thought it would be too. So, there I am, waiting impatiently for my english muffin to toast to the crispness I desire. Then, I heard the tweeting. Oh, how lovely, I thought. Birds are finally coming back after the storm. Overall, I was having a pleasant morning. Until, the tweeting became a little louder. . .and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move.

Then a bird flew at my head. Straight at my eyes. Inside. Indoors. In my kitchen.

Next, came the screaming.

Here are some very shaky blurry photos I took of the little devil while screaming at the top of my lungs (it's like Where's Waldo, bird edition):




After about 15 minutes of the bird flying around the house and me yelling things like "THIS IS NOT A PARK", and "PLEASE LEAVE SIR", I coaxed the bird out the back door.

The trapper-guy showed later and patched up the small hole in the roof (which was a tiny sliver under some moulding or something the bird squeezed in) with some thick steel. I guess sparrows need very small spaces to squeeze in, and with the cold conditions it wasn't so unlikely.

I'll never make an english muffin the same way again.

4 comments:

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Oh, funny! Thank goodness it wasn't a bat! We have a wood stove in the utility room right off the kitchen and I heard some tapping and scratching coming from inside during our last warm spell. Like you, I went to another part of the house while I waited for my husband to handle the situation. He opened the door and shined a flashlight in ........ and a bird flew out! I stayed away and let him get the bird out of the house.

Kathryn said...

This is not a park. F-ing hilarious! Good pics in such a state of panick!

Shiloe @ Tar Paper Crane said...

This is hilarious! Love the pics and the injuries inventory!

Benny said...

Thanks guys!

Injuries Obtained

  • Sprained Toe/Foot: 1
  • Blood Blisters: 2
  • Splinters under fingernail: 1
  • Bird Shit on me: 1
  • Eye Injuries: 3
  • Burns: 0
  • Falls off ladder: 0 (this is because we don't have a ladder yet)
  • Headaches: too many to itemize
  • Broken Bones: 0
  • Bandages Needed: 5
  • Electric Shocks: 2
  • Stiches: 0
  • Bruises: way too many