Scott isn't as mobile lately, what with his sprained ankle and all. So two nights ago, he was all propped up downstairs and asked me to go turn off the Christmas lights outside. As soon as I opened the door, a bird flew straight into the house, around the living room, and perched himself on our curtain rod. I looked at him in shock. "Scott?" I called. "I opened the door and a bird flew inside." "ARE YOU KIDDING ME??" he yelled back. "I ask you to do this one time and a bird flies in the house!" Amidst curses and other foul things I would rather not repeat (just kidding sweetie, I just thought it would be funny in my story ;)), I turned off all the inside lights, hoping he would find his way out the front door. In all honesty, he was this beautiful, small little bird and it was FREEZING cold outside and I just felt so sorry for him! I kind of wanted to let him just stay and warm up for awhile, but I knew I probably shouldn't let him set up shop inside my home. So I snuck over to the Christmas tree and turned off the lights and he started flying all over the room and into a couple of walls before he fell to the ground. I was horrified he might be dead, but as I scooted closer, he hopped around. The front door was open, but he hopped around the back of the door and I was worried he wouldn't be able to get out that way. In the end, however, all was well and he squished out through the crack, flew up onto the rosebush, and then shortly after, flew away. I felt happy he was ok.
Next evening as it is getting dark: Scott asks me if I would be willing to turn on the outdoor Christmas lights. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Remember what happened last time?" We both laugh good naturedly and he tells me I better not let any birds in this time. Does anybody want to guess what happened?.... That's right. As soon as I opened the door, the bird (I'm pretty sure it's the same one) flew straight into the house like he owned it. Maybe I was too sympathetic the first time. Now this little guy thinks he can just walk all over me. This time he flew into the kitchen and landed up on top of the cupboards. The first time, my boys were asleep and they only got to hear the story. But this time, they were wide awake, upstairs, and loving every second of it. They were running around yelling in excitement. Scott took them in a bedroom and shut the door so I could try to get the bird outside again. It wasn't as easy this time. I turned on the lights outside and all the lights off inside, but he could see lights shining in through the kitchen windows and I think it confused him. If I got him to move from his perch, he would fly around and around the kitchen about 10 times and find a new spot to rest. I'm sure he was freaked out. I finally got the idea to turn on the light in the living room, and it worked. He flew in there, and then I turned off that light, and after a few more spins around the living room and a little encouragement, he flew outside.
So now you understand why Scott took away my privileges. I guess I have to admit, it's probably for the best. Who knows what I would let in next time.
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