I just came up from down below (doing three loads of wash today) and there was a bird flying around the front room. How the heck did he get in? I’m sure it was a male bird… very colorful, very flappy, etc. etc.
We just had a major tropical storm move through and I could hear the rain pounding on the chimney cap high up on the roof… maybe the cap blew away and the bird just came zoooooming in! If that’s the case then more birds and —horrors!!! SQUIRRELS!— could come down the chimney asap. Gawd. I will have to wear a hat for fear animals will get caught in my hair! Or is that bats? – Anyway… its horrible….
FLAP FLAP…. SCURRY FLAP – SLAM! The bird just hit a window and went down behind the plants! I’ve managed to get the front door open and have braced it with my new summer sun chair complete with neck pillow and cup holder that I got for Christmas… I’ve been able to angle the chair just so, it is holding the door open…. then—bravely I am back into the front room and with arms wide, I flap and try to scare the creature out from behind the plants, up onto the windowsill and finally, with much ado and much squawking (my squwking – the bird is now silent with terror)… out the front door it flies and off into the wilderness.
Such a time! I’m going to have to sit down.
But now a thought occurs: if one bird could get down the chimney… then others will surely follow. I shall have to barricade myself in for protection. Maybe I can glue a shower curtain up against the mantle piece… perhaps something with a tropical forest design…?
Am I over-reacting? I’m still wearing the hat. Even to bed if I have to.