Is worth two in the bush, but certainly one in the apartment is worth like three in the bush!
I have like a 1000 things to write about and about a 1000 more to do before I go off to EFAST. I'm not sure what the internet/computer situation looks like down in Aurora, Missouri so you may not hear from me for about three weeks. I have all sorts of things to tell about food animal medicine and my weekend and then some private blogs that I just need the feel of writing. Sorry.
Anyway, Joe and I went up to St.Joe together even though I had literally a crap ton of things to do. I have a very long list that seems never changing. And I can't print it because the computer and printer are at war with each other. I am emailing India and seeing what they think. I know the printer can print. I made it do it under threat of a return to Staples.
Anyway, Joe and I enter the house on Sunday afternoon and I happen to look up and see a bird sitting on the ceiling fan! A bird! A starling! That's a fairly good sized bird! It doesn't need to be in my house so I put up the cat and the dogs get corraled into Joe's car. We open the front and back doors and Joe takes after the bird with a sheet. I meanwhile run around screaming like a girl afraid of the bird flying into me as it flies wildly about the apartment. Joe wants me to stand on a chair with the sheet and block the path over the bar at one point to which he was met with more screaming and me running outside. Eventually, I take residence outside occasionally watching and offering encouragement from the kitchen window. Joe does get the bird to perch on the open door but when going to shoo it out, it flies upstairs. I inquire about its location-my bedroom. I scream from outside and decide that I really, really need to pee right now. So I go to Amberle's with the promise of a great story when I get out. As I just get out and am telling her this bird tale, Joe knocks and says that he has the bird in the shoebox he's holding. Luckily, he didn't. The bird took refuge in the closet (my closet, with my clothes) and Joe swept it into a box and released it outside.
We figure that the bird came in through the dryer vent and somehow made its way out of the dark closet into the light room. Luckily, the laundry closet door was open and I didn't open it to be greeted with a starling to the face. We don't know how long it had been in the house but there were some feathers (its tail was crumpled too), some disturbed items (from it or the cat?) and poop on the sliding glass door. Luckily, it wasn't dead in the sink like Laura's bird. You may remember that from early December possibly.
So I called DBC this morning and left a message that they had to fix the dryer vent to prevent any further birds from coming in. I demanded that they do it early so as Joe could sleep. They didn't come today. Maybe tomorrow as I offered that as an option.
Anytime that I tell this story, I get freaked out. I was really scared that the bird might get me. Joe said that it could of been a rat but I see that as being better. Afterall, I have found two pet rats in the parking lot so odds are that it would of just been someone's pet. And I think Roosevelt could of caught a rat seeing as they DON'T FLY! But then again, had Roosevelt caught this bird or the worse case scenario (a rat) (depending on who you are) and I found it in my bed, that would of given me an even worse case of the yelling like a girls. And honestly, even if there had been a live rat, I probably would of screamed like a girl about that too.
Moral of the story: DBC needs to fix the dryer vents and I'm glad to be leaving for three weeks, though I wonder if Joe and a starling would live in mutual harmony seeing as I don't think that Joe would actually notice if there was a bird in the house, unless Roosevelt or one of the dogs was after it.
[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 20, 2011.]
I have like a 1000 things to write about and about a 1000 more to do before I go off to EFAST. I'm not sure what the internet/computer situation looks like down in Aurora, Missouri so you may not hear from me for about three weeks. I have all sorts of things to tell about food animal medicine and my weekend and then some private blogs that I just need the feel of writing. Sorry.
Anyway, Joe and I went up to St.Joe together even though I had literally a crap ton of things to do. I have a very long list that seems never changing. And I can't print it because the computer and printer are at war with each other. I am emailing India and seeing what they think. I know the printer can print. I made it do it under threat of a return to Staples.
Anyway, Joe and I enter the house on Sunday afternoon and I happen to look up and see a bird sitting on the ceiling fan! A bird! A starling! That's a fairly good sized bird! It doesn't need to be in my house so I put up the cat and the dogs get corraled into Joe's car. We open the front and back doors and Joe takes after the bird with a sheet. I meanwhile run around screaming like a girl afraid of the bird flying into me as it flies wildly about the apartment. Joe wants me to stand on a chair with the sheet and block the path over the bar at one point to which he was met with more screaming and me running outside. Eventually, I take residence outside occasionally watching and offering encouragement from the kitchen window. Joe does get the bird to perch on the open door but when going to shoo it out, it flies upstairs. I inquire about its location-my bedroom. I scream from outside and decide that I really, really need to pee right now. So I go to Amberle's with the promise of a great story when I get out. As I just get out and am telling her this bird tale, Joe knocks and says that he has the bird in the shoebox he's holding. Luckily, he didn't. The bird took refuge in the closet (my closet, with my clothes) and Joe swept it into a box and released it outside.
We figure that the bird came in through the dryer vent and somehow made its way out of the dark closet into the light room. Luckily, the laundry closet door was open and I didn't open it to be greeted with a starling to the face. We don't know how long it had been in the house but there were some feathers (its tail was crumpled too), some disturbed items (from it or the cat?) and poop on the sliding glass door. Luckily, it wasn't dead in the sink like Laura's bird. You may remember that from early December possibly.
So I called DBC this morning and left a message that they had to fix the dryer vent to prevent any further birds from coming in. I demanded that they do it early so as Joe could sleep. They didn't come today. Maybe tomorrow as I offered that as an option.
Anytime that I tell this story, I get freaked out. I was really scared that the bird might get me. Joe said that it could of been a rat but I see that as being better. Afterall, I have found two pet rats in the parking lot so odds are that it would of just been someone's pet. And I think Roosevelt could of caught a rat seeing as they DON'T FLY! But then again, had Roosevelt caught this bird or the worse case scenario (a rat) (depending on who you are) and I found it in my bed, that would of given me an even worse case of the yelling like a girls. And honestly, even if there had been a live rat, I probably would of screamed like a girl about that too.
Moral of the story: DBC needs to fix the dryer vents and I'm glad to be leaving for three weeks, though I wonder if Joe and a starling would live in mutual harmony seeing as I don't think that Joe would actually notice if there was a bird in the house, unless Roosevelt or one of the dogs was after it.
[EDIT-Orginially published to Blogger on February 20, 2011.]
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