I woke up this morning to a scratching sound coming from my window.
I looked over, and there it was.
Yes, there was a bird in my house.
I was just waking up, so it took me a moment to realize if this was a dream. It wasn’t.
In fact, there really was a bird in my house.
As nice as it’s been outside, I shut off my furnace and opened up my windows. I wanted to get some fresh air, and there’s nothing better than being able to hear the sounds of spring: the neighbors doing yard work, small children playing or the chirping of birds.
But not when that chirping is coming from a few feet from my head.
I know what you’re thinking: “Don’t you have a screen on your window?”
Why yes, yes I do.
But apparently there was a hole in it.
So, I’m laying in bed, glaring at this bird, thinking to myself, “Now what?”
I live in an upstairs apartment of a house, so it’s not like I could have opened the front door and let it fly out. Since I wasn’t entirely sure how it got in there in the first place, I wasn’t sure if it would go out the same way.
I do have another set of windows, but those are on the other side my place, and I would have had to direct the bird through my house. At that point, all I could think about was this bird’s droppings all over my place. I certainly didn’t want to clean those up.
I wondered if I could catch it with something. But what? I have no idea.
So I quickly got out of bed. My window is held up by a block of wood, so I knocked the wood out, shutting the window.
At this point, the bird was stuck between the pane of glass and the screen. It tapped on the class with it’s beak for a moment. But it was stuck.
By now, I feel sorry for this bird. What if he can’t get out? I’m certainly not going to let it stay in there very long.
So I watched as it explored it’s surroundings. It flew up the window, looking for a place to exit.
After a few seconds, it found the opening and slid out, flying to freedom.
Needless to say, I closed my windows when I left for work today. Luckily I was home when this happened. But it still freaked me out a little bit. I can’t imagine my surprise if I went home one day to find a bird flying around my apartment.
I’m just glad this story had a happy ending — with both of us going on with our day. I’m just hoping our paths don’t cross again, especially inside my house.