know from the title of this post...all sorts of fears come to mind. Tornadoes, hurricanes, fire, spiders, snakes, drowning...the list goes on. My worst fear, however, is not anywhere near that list. It's not even on the same planet, but it FREAKS ME OUT just the same!
To backtrack a minute, for the entire 6.5 years we've lived in this house...I have been asking Grant NOT to leave open the large casement windows to our studio upstairs. Why? "because ONE DAY", I launch into my familiar worn out prediction, "a bird will fly in here." He KNOWS that I 'lose my cookies' when a bird enters my imaginary space bubble, but ignores my pleas and finger wagging because it gets hot up here due to all the computer equipment he needs to run our business. You know where I'm going with this don't you...
...I'm up early this morning, upstairs, in the quiet. Now that I recall, I do remember hearing a few 'noises', but we live in the woods, on the water and frankly...there are all sorts of noises to contend with early in the morning. My ignorance was blissfull until oldest son, Mason, announces, matter-of-fact, that there is a bird flying around inside the house. My heart rate skyrockets and the shrieking begins. I know it's insidious, but at this point I'm inconsolable. It's not until afterward that I 'see' how utterly insane this freak show is.
Mason tells Morgen, who is coming out of the shower at this point. I overhear, "Will you help me wrangle the bird out the door?" (now that statement is just funny all by itself, 2 teenage boys (one in a towel about to wrangle a 4 inch bird!) I'm not sure what eactly went down...(I was upstairs, with a window screen firmly planted like a full body shield) because I heard the door shut, and Mason announces like a proud bird whisperer, "It's gone, Mom!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Mom, the bird is outside" (I should have asked for proof...you'll see why in a minute)
I shut all the doors and we left for McDonald's, had breakfast together, and took them on to school. When we returned, this was spotted on our ceiling fan! Grant grabbed the camera, I grabbed a blanket and there was more shrieking! The photos narrate the rest.