With a few scattered mild days here and there, we left the door open one day to get some fresh air in the house. And in flew a little bird:
Sorry birdie, but you're not going to get out through the trapezoids.
Next the bird flew up into the ceiling beams. Our ceilings are really high up, as we have an A frame log cabin. From his point up on the beams, he was able to poop on Paul's shirt. I guess that little bird figured that's what he gets for leaving his laundry out in the middle of the living room.
Finally, he flew right behind the computer in our office loft. And then waited for me to scoop him up.
Sweet little one:
See the squinty eye. That meant he was scared. So I quietly carried him downstairs to set him free.
Gently placed on the porch railing. I think he's eyeing our bluebird house. Sorry birdie, it's already taken!
Linking this up with WV Treasures Show and Tail. I had to redeem myself after my last entry.