One Flew Into The Cuckoo's Nest

My last post was a bit of a downer (sorry). This next one starts off rough, but the day did get better.

First, I slammed three of Jilly's fingers in the car door. We were in the YMCA parking lot trying to make it to her last swimming class. Needless to say, we did not go to swimming class. Instead, Jilly had Tootsie Rolls, a lollipop and a few cartoons for breakfast. Injured fingers are doing just fine.

Later, I entered our screened-in porch to find a little brown bird flying around it. I quickly close the door behind me and started to open the porch doors to see if I could shoo the bird out of doors. Curious as to what the heck mommy was doing, the kids opened the door to the porch and walked in, leaving the door wide open behind them.

Of course, the bird flew through the door and into my house. He landed on his back on my fireplace hearth. As I searched for something to capture him with, he disappeared.

I now had a small, possibly dying bird in my house. And, I have a cat.

Searching for this little brown creature was futile, so we gave up and went on with our day. I figured I'd find him in a few days, stiff and dusty in a corner.

It was almost one o'clock when I heard D yelling, "Mommy! In the weeds! In the weeds!" He was pointing to a window seat in our family room on which I keep a bunch of plants. Sure enough, the little critter was hiding in my house plants. I grabbed my daughter's butterfly net and tried to catch him.

Petrified, the bird flew over my head and directly into the kitchen where he bounced off the screen in a window and landed---bonk!---in the kitchen sink. Stunned, he kind of floundered about long enough for me to get him into the net and out the door.

As he few away, he chirped twice. I think he said, "Later, Suckas!"

All's well that ends well.