The House Bird

On sunday I caught my FIRST BIRD ever. Yup, I have never caught a wild bird before, and it was quite fun.

My brother accidentally let a bird in the house (apparently it has made a nest in a wreath on my mom's front door), and when Jeff opened the door (it opens inward) the bird fell off the nest and began to fly....and it ended up in the house.

I decided to be the man and whack it with a stick but everyone protested (i'm kidding of course), I decided to use a stick to round up the little animal and direct it toward the door. She was having a hard time because birds soar, they do not hover as is required in the house, and you could see the thing was becoming exhausted in a hurry. Soon, she couldn't perch on anything, but would rather hit things unceremoniously and rather clumsily.

This ended up working for my advantage because as i was going about herding her (aka Poking her with the long stick) she ended up landing on the stick, and after an initial failure (she flew off after I wasn't able to round a corner), she was more interested in landing on the stick a second time. Then i had her.

I had learned my lessons from the prior situations, and managed to ferry the feathery creature outside as she panted on the wooden dowel that had been her former tormentor. I stuck the stick outside, and closed the door on the stick, and slowly pulled it back in, being sure to "wipe off" the bird if it was infact still on the stick.

It was really cool because you could see the emotions on the bird. First of confusion and terror, then of desperation, then of pure exhaustion, then of resolution.

And I got my first bird!