As I was working this morning, I heard a squawk and looked up to see a flutter of a bird panicking in my living room.
It flew up, then towards the front door, which had light coming through the front door screen, but was closed. The bird then turned around and flew back towards the kitchen...
THUMP
... right into the kitchen window.
Well, f---.
I pulled up my phone, called Mom, and declared, "I have a bird in my house."
I'm pretty sure she said something after that, to which I replied, "I have a bird in my house." I used the same intonation as the "my spoon is too big" animation, without really hearing what Mom said. She said something else, and I repeated, "I have a bird in my house."
At this point, Eric piped up, "Open the windows, close the curtains, darken any space you don't want it to fly into, and it'll find the light."
