Sometimes it’s interesting what happens when the unexpected happens and you have to deal with it. Somehow, a bird got into Canterbury. Don’t ask me how. I don’t know. All I know is that when I came to Canterbury today to visit Kathleen to talk Pittsburgh (which we’re going to today), I heard a flapping sound, looked in the direction of the sound, and there was a bird on the first floor of Canterbury, inside.
So I go upstairs, tell Kathleen that (A) I double-parked her, and (B) that there is a bird in the house (to which she said, “Yeew”). So we’re talking about stuff and working on stuff, and we hear a sound in the main upstairs room. First instinct is that it’s someone, but it turns out to be the bird. So we close the door so it doesn’t get in the room where we are.
When it’s time to leave, the bird is right upstairs in the next room, trying to get out, but not realizing that the window is closed. Poor bird. Meanwhile, Kathleen and I are no help, flipping out at every little move the bird makes, and ready to jump if it comes any closer to us, and we can’t just open the windows it’s running into, since neither one of us wants to go near it.
What we ended up doing was opening up a window across the room from the bird and taking the screen out on that window. This way, the bird could get out once it figured out that the window was open. Then we of course ran like hell to get away from the bird, since we already had to get uncomfortably close (as in within ten feet) to it to get down the stairs.
So… I’m at CISAT right now. Hopefully that bird wised up and left out the window we provided. We also hope that none of its friends decide to pay us a visit.
And it’s amazing how two grown adults will flip out over a stray bird.