Tuesday, June 1, 2010

A Bird, A Crazy Lady And A Cracked Door


I've always been very afraid of animals.

I don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with being raised in the city and not having much exposure to them. Maybe it's because a neighbor's dog once bit my daughter. Maybe it's because I'm just plain weird. I don't know. Whatever the reason, I just know I'm now fifty-seven years old and I'm still afraid.

Several months ago my husband and I were returning home from our usual Friday night date. Upon opening the front door, out flew a young bird that apparently had made itself comfortable in the flower wreath that hung on my door.

I can still feel it's flapping little wings fluttering through my hair as it made its way into the foyer of our home.

Yes, I totally lost it. I'm sure my screams were heard throughout the neighborhood. Folks must have thought a murder had just been committed. But no, just me, my husband and a tiny little bird now trapped inside our home.

My hubby was frantically trying to shoo the wee little thing back out the front door. I say frantically because mean while I had run to a bedroom and was hollering at him through a crack in the door, "Is he out yet? Is he out yet?"

To my horror, I could hear the bird making it's way down our hallway, flying past the room I was holed up in, and into the back bedroom.

In my desperation, I started calling out suggestions to DH with my lips pressed tightly through the crack in the door. "Get a broom!" "See if you can coax him back to the front of the house!" "Get your fish net catcher thingy , maybe you can scoop him in and carry him out!

The dear man man that married the nut case behind the door, thirty-nine years ago, tried all the suggestions without success.

Finally, one last, brilliant idea was offered up by the crazy lady. "Try throwing a bed sheet over him, I'm sure that will work!"

Well, he did and it did. DH carried the little guy out to the front yard and released him to freedom.

The deranged woman released herself from her own self imposed captivity as well.

And they all lived happily ever after. End of story.

Not quite. When DH came back into the house he looked rather sad. He said he didn't think the bird was OK and said it was just lying on the ground still as could be.

I went to take a peek through the window. Yep, it was just lying there. I said, "Well, maybe it's just getting its bearings and will fly away in just a minute."

Now, instead of fear, all I could feel was guilt, remorse, and worry. Should we take it to the vet? Do CPR? What? I kept thinking, "move little birdie, MOVE!"

It never did.

I cannot tell you the sadness and sorrow I felt about that little bird's death. If it wasn't for my insane fear, DH probably would have let it fly around the house until it finally flew out. It was all my fault.

Poor little bird.
I'm so sorry.
Lord forgive me.

12 comments:

They call me "Deb" said...

Ohhh..... (((HUGS)))

forsythia said...

More hugs. (PS. Wait a few days before you visit my blog. I've posted a picture of a garter snake. He's pretty, but I don't want to freak anyone out.)

NanaNor's said...

Blessings Debra, So sorry about the situation with the bird-I understand not liking things in your hair though-especially big things.
I am anxious to read more of your posts...
Have a great day!
Noreen

jennifer said...

Awww, I'm sorry my friend.

I demanded recently that my husband kill a chicken snake in our front yard. He said it wouldn't hurt anything but I pointed out it was within 10 feet of our front door. I couldn't bear the idea of it coming in our house. I guess that was pretty selfish to kill something out of my fear.

Hugs to you!

Pat said...

Debra..first of all thank you for stopping by my blog and leaving a comment..I appreciate it so much.
Now...about being afraid of animals...I'm with you sista'! I don't know where my fear came from either. I love them from a distance, but I don't want a bird in my house. I've had THREE in my house, and I freaked out each time! They came down the chimney, when we figured it out, a screen when on the top of the chimney..fast!
I love your blog...and will be back often!!!

goodnightgram said...

Ohhhh, Debra! I loved the post. I could relate to hiding out from a wayward bat. Sorry to hear about the bird's demise, though. But the bird CPR was kinda cute. Cheers!

Sonja said...

First you made me laugh... I can just picture you hiding behind the door and hollering out... it's just like something I would do. :)

And then your sweet heart shows over the little bird. Isn't it so good to know that we are always forgiven? and to also know that He understands us... our weak and our strong.

This was so touching Debra!

Love you,

Sonja

xinex said...

I am so sorry the bird did not make it, Debra. But don't feel bad. It's not your fault, it was just meant to be. We've had 3 birds on 3 different days trapped in the house this week too. I think they are chimney swifts and they were coming from the fireplace. Fortuntely, we caught them, took them out out and they just flew away.

We will miss you on Sat. Too bad you can't make it....Christine

Colleen said...

I am sorry for what happened! You can not help your fear however. Hugs.

Finding Pam said...

While I am not afraid of birds, I am really afraid of large masses of water. I do understand fear.

Once a bird made a nest in my wreath on my front door, but no one ever comes to the front door.

RIP little bird. Last week we had a little field mouse in the garden tub sitting on top on the stopper. He was so cute,but then my cat jumped in and killed him. I posted about it. It was a good/sad moment.

Finding Pam said...

While I am not afraid of birds, I am really afraid of large masses of water. I do understand fear.

Once a bird made a nest in my wreath on my front door, but no one ever comes to the front door.

RIP little bird. Last week we had a little field mouse in the garden tub sitting on top on the stopper. He was so cute,but then my cat jumped in and killed him. I posted about it. It was a good/sad moment.

Grayquill said...

How am I missing your posts? It's making me a little bit cranky.
Those little creatures go into shock pretty easily. I guess sometimes it sucks to be a little bird.