Good story!
It reminds me of one when we lived in North Carolina in an old two story brick colonial. We had this big fireplace in the living room that went to our ten foot ceiling.
After the last fire of the season, my husband forgot to close the damper. The next thing I knew, there were birds everywhere in the house, all coming out of our fire place.
My husband had gone to work, and I was up still in my nightie feeding the babies, ages six months, two years, and four years when we had a reinactment of Alfred Hitchcock's , "The Birds".
I grabbed the broom and began shooing birds out of every door in the house, which I ran around opening. I finally cornered the last bird in the bathroom upstairs, and opened the window and the bird flew to freedom, much to my relief.
I opened the bathroom door to see Robyn standing there with
mop in hand ready to go to battle! I laughed until I cried, do we have bird stories? |
