An Unexpected Houseguest
After we arrived at home, Liz was working on some sewing projects and I was sitting in front of my computer. After a while, I saw her in the hallway and she motioned me towards her. She made sure to tell me to be quiet, and we stood and just listened.
And then I heard it: a rustling.
But it wasn’t in the attic, or outside. It was in the next room.
More specifically: it was in the room with all our boxes. The room that’s stuffed to the gills with all of our possessions, since we don’t have the space yet to unpack things.
Liz was worried it was a rat. So I ventured into our box-filled office armed with a broom, and slowly located the noise. It was the sound of a garbage bag being rustled about. And did actually sound like it could have been a rat.
But turns out: it was a bird. Somehow, this little guy had gotten into our house and was just trying to find a spot to hide. I was able to scare him away from the corner, and Liz kind of got him pinned near the door.
After dislodging him from under the door… we ended up getting him inside a Home Depot bucket. Which we then promptly covered and took outside to the front porch.
Here he is, a little stunned by no worse for wear. We let him free and he immediately flew over to… another trash bag we had on the porch (where we store our salt for the sidewalk and driveway).
He kind of just tucked in, on top of this garbage bag… so we let him be. We figured it was a kind of traumatic process (and he was likely stuck in our house all day), so he probably needed a little time to decompress.
Related:
Old Bird Bath, New Yard
Two Birds, Perching on a Bird
Illinois Centennial Monument: That’s A Lot of Birds
Bird on a Bench, Revisited
Totally was standing on a bench throughout the ordeal because I thought it was a rat…
Liz (March 11, 2015 at 9:20 am)