Headlines: Bird attacks wife in Condo

Never never would I have guessed that my morning would have ended up this way. I have way too much to do and now I have barricaded myself in the bedroom--with the essentials: cell, camera, laptop and broom!

I was just sitting there on the couch working away on my school stuff when I heard a loud noise. See, usually I like to leave the door to the balcony opened in the morning to listen to the outside noises, who is coming and going, etc. Without even looking up, I thought, "wow, that bird must be on the balcony it is so loud." Oh was I wrong...I looked up and there he was sitting on top of the opened door squawking at me. Yikes! He flew all over the place...as he was in the dining room trying to get out of the window I ran to the bedroom to get the camera....[yes, fellow bloggers, you are always on my mind. Sorry that the pictures came out a little blurred, I was a little on edge.] So, finally, I braved myself to get into the dining room to force him out the door but he flew all the way into the kitchen. I was so happy because I knew that he saw the open door straight across...I then switched to his biggest cheerleader, "come on, mr. bird, you can do it. Fly straight out. Its there...the light is waiting for you." Well, he missed. He flew straight into the window and hit it hard! BAM! SPLAT! Down he fell behind the corner chair. I was laughing so hard, but then I was flipping out...a dead bird?! Ewww...gross.

So I called Daniel...no answer, in a meeting...I called Sophia, my sister in law, to calm my nerves. I got off the phone and gathered my next set of tools, plastic bags for gloves and a paper bag. As I got closer with my make-shift gloves I thought that I would just poke him with the broom one last time....FLAP, FLAP, FLAP...SSSSSSSSCREAM!!! He's not dead!! So, after a few minutes of stillness I poked again...a few more flaps closer to the door. Well, I don't know what happened because I could have sworn that he didn't fly out the door but I can't find him! Yes, you would think that I would be able to in a small little corner of our 1 bedroom condo, I didn't see him under the bookcase or under the chair...but maybe he is still there? Daniel will be home in an hour, so I have barricaded myself in the bedroom until he gets home to help resolve the mystery of the semi-dead bird.
I just feel a little crazy right now...where could he have gone? I feel a little like Tom Hanks talking to Wilson..."Mr. Bird, where are you?"
to be continued...I just hope I don't get some bird-flu or something from a wild bird...





remember, he's not really dead in this picture...don't feel bad.