Fear the Ninja Stealth Bird of DOOM!
Jun. 14th, 2006 05:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonlettuceSo, 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.
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.
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Date: 2006-06-14 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 05:05 pm (UTC)Only you, hon, only you.
And my commiserations to Boo, cruelly cheated of her rightful prey *g*
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Date: 2006-06-17 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 05:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-17 04:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-14 09:44 pm (UTC)Welcome to our world. Our family room is in part of a converted garage with gates instead of door and birds find their way inside all the time, but the little buggers can't for the life of them use the big ass door to the backyard that we open for them until they fly out by mistake.
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Date: 2006-06-17 04:53 pm (UTC)starling McKay
Date: 2006-06-16 08:05 pm (UTC)OMG, that's exactly Rodney. LOL. I remember when my cat brought in a bird once and let it go when he proudly meowed at us - trying to get that bird out of the house was ... well, let's just say I understand your pain.
Re: starling McKay
Date: 2006-06-17 05:15 pm (UTC)And it doesn't matter how may doors or windows you open, the bird will not find its way out. It's like the signal from the TV scrambles its brain, or something *g* In the past we had an interesting experiences getting a bird, that flew into the kitchen when the back door was open, out with a combination of a waving newspaper and a fishing net we had in a cupboard for some reason *grin*