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.
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