It was a terrible, sad day. It didn't start out that way. The weather was rainy, cloudy, gloomy which can be sad all by itself. We have a wood burning stove in our living room and I, thinking how wonderful a fire would be, started a fire. I left the room and my hubby called me. "Linda!" "There's a bird in the stove!" Oh gosh, that's terrible. Hubby opened the stove door and out flew a little bird with wisps of smoke curling off of it.
The story gets worse. We have a wall of mirror tiles in the living room and of course the frantic lil bird flies right into the mirrors. The only way to get the bird out of the house is to turn off all the lights and close the curtains. Birds fly to the light. Well that worked sort of.
The story gets worse. The little birdie sees a way out-our patio door and flies right into it, which knocked it down to the floor.
Sadly the story gets worse. We had a cat at that time, which was tracking that little bird. As soon as that bird fell on the floor that cat pounched on that birdie and grabbed it firmly in it's mouth.
Yep the story gets worse- now my husband is beating on the cat and trying to pull the bird out of the cat's mouth. Which of course, isn't working.
After a huge struggle with the cat, hubby opens the patio door and out runs the cat with the bird still in it's mouth.
Like I said at the beginning-it was a terrible sad day.
Next time remind me to tell you about the wild goose we found in our front yard- dead.
