Fear the Ninja Stealth Bird of DOOM!

So, I was woken up at a little before 7:00am this morning by the cry of "There's a bird in the house!" Which sees me staggering downstairs to find the curtain flapping madly.

Well, says me, whadda ya know... there's a bird in the house.

Only, this wasn't any ordinary bird. Oh no. This was a ninja stealth bird with freaky mutant powers of teleportation. Because there were no windows open in the house, and the doors hadn't been opened. We're more than sure it wasn't there before we went to bed. A, because the curtain at no point took to flapping madly the night before, and B, nothing gets past our cat. She's like the Poirot of the feline world. There are no stones left unturned where she is concerned. She can spot a moth at 100 paces, so a bird sneaking past her is way out of the question.

So, this leads me to believe only one thing. The bird, let's call it Kurt, had freaky mutant powers of teleportation and, via means of a self-sustainable wormhole, travelled from outside to inside. Which, I must admit, would come in handy if I ever lost my keys.

Anyway, Kurt had obviously fallen victim to some other bird with a neutraliser weapon of some sort and had used the last of his strength to teleport into the house because, once in there, he couldn't seem to get back out.

Cue a fantastically complex rescue operation involving a cardigan and some net curtain.*

Once we have Kurt, bundled up in net curtain and a cardie, we head outside to release him - watched throughout by the cat who doesn't know whether to be more interested in the birds outside or the fact that Claire is carrying a chirping piece of clothing.

We open the door and let Kurt go, only to have him tumble out, glare at us, squawk indignantly and fly off.

Dude, this is the Rodney McKay of the starling world. You save him from hours of head banging against a window and all you get in return in a glare and some righteous indignation.

So, yeah, that was my morning. How was yours?

* Please note, the net curtain wasn't exactly meant to be part of the rescue operation, but since Kurt had managed to get himself behind it, there wasn't really much choice.

Fear the Ninja Stealth Bird of DOOM!

So, I was woken up at a little before 7:00am this morning by the cry of "There's a bird in the house!" Which sees me staggering downstairs to find the curtain flapping madly.

Well, says me, whadda ya know... there's a bird in the house.

Only, this wasn't any ordinary bird. Oh no. This was a ninja stealth bird with freaky mutant powers of teleportation. Because there were no windows open in the house, and the doors hadn't been opened. We're more than sure it wasn't there before we went to bed. A, because the curtain at no point took to flapping madly the night before, and B, nothing gets past our cat. She's like the Poirot of the feline world. There are no stones left unturned where she is concerned. She can spot a moth at 100 paces, so a bird sneaking past her is way out of the question.

So, this leads me to believe only one thing. The bird, let's call it Kurt, had freaky mutant powers of teleportation and, via means of a self-sustainable wormhole, travelled from outside to inside. Which, I must admit, would come in handy if I ever lost my keys.

Anyway, Kurt had obviously fallen victim to some other bird with a neutraliser weapon of some sort and had used the last of his strength to teleport into the house because, once in there, he couldn't seem to get back out.

Cue a fantastically complex rescue operation involving a cardigan and some net curtain.*

Once we have Kurt, bundled up in net curtain and a cardie, we head outside to release him - watched throughout by the cat who doesn't know whether to be more interested in the birds outside or the fact that Claire is carrying a chirping piece of clothing.

We open the door and let Kurt go, only to have him tumble out, glare at us, squawk indignantly and fly off.

Dude, this is the Rodney McKay of the starling world. You save him from hours of head banging against a window and all you get in return in a glare and some righteous indignation.

So, yeah, that was my morning. How was yours?

* Please note, the net curtain wasn't exactly meant to be part of the rescue operation, but since Kurt had managed to get himself behind it, there wasn't really much choice.