a bird.

so...i woke early this morning, not because i wanted too, but i just cannot fall back to sleep. my head is lightly pounding. i know i am exhausted. isn't it frustrating when you are really tired, and can't go back to bed, for the life of you? i tried reading a really good book...bloom, by kelle hampton...(i put her trailer on here a few weeks back...my friend got the book, and loaned it to me...) anyway,  that didn't work, so i just relucktantly got up out of bed. matt is already gone for his thursday morning breakfast routine.

i came down to the computer, sit down, about to get frustrated, and hear something "banging" around my kitchen. seriously. i am thinking oh man. who is in my house, now? at 6 a.m.? (it is really not uncommon for me to come downstairs during the day to find people in my house...friends, the mail woman, salesman, the list goes on...but at 6 in the morning, that would be a little un-usual.) my thoughts immediately go to my brother and sister in law who had an intruder in their house at 4 a.m. the other month. talk about a wierd, scare you out of your mind story, but anyway, i slowly peer out into the kitchen, from my office, and there is a big black bird, tearing my kitchen apart. flying around, trying to fly through the closed windows, knocking stuff off the counters. oh . my.

you may have never seen me move so fast. i run over to the living room, prop that door shut. a farm house is lovely. most of the time. but having a bird in your kitchen, with doors that don't close all the way, is a big.fat.bummer. came back over to the office, and prop this door shut. now what? i can feel my heart start beating faster. i can feel myself start to get hot and sweaty, like i do when i see a living, moving, breathing mouse. i am TERRIFIED of mice. my cell phone is in the kitchen, and i am surely not going out there. the way things sound this bird is going to fly right for my head if i make an appearance. :)

so, i do what any normal wife would do. i go upstairs and call my man. "did you miss the bird that is tearing apart our kitchen?" i say. "what,?" he responds? "did you miss the bird in our kitchen", i say. "i guess so." he responds. well, this clearly is not going well, i thought. so...he instructs me to close all the doors to the rest of the house, which thankfully this smart woman already did, and open the doors and chase it out with a broom. not really what i was hoping for, but kind of what i was expecting him to say. :)

i casually come down the steps.  i dart into the kitchen, run down the basement steps, get a broom, exit the basement to the outside, and go to the back deck, and slide open the patio screen door. the poor bird. any sound i made made him go crazier. by now, i am PRAYING profusely. dear lord...don't make me go in that kitchen with a broom. PLEASE don't make me go in that kitchen. my biggest fear is that another bird is going to fly into my house...there are about 5 birds flying around outside...they like to roost behind our chimney that is falling away from our house, :), which happens to be right beside our patio door.

anyway, i run down the deck stairs, and wait. i am contemplating my next move. i think i am going to go pound on my kitchen windows with the broom handle, when i see this bird, gracefully come out of no where, and fly across the field. could it have really been that easy? i don't think so, but that bird HAD to come out of my kitchen, it was flying FAST. so, i go around the side of the house, broom i n hand. i cautiously open the back kitchen door and listen. silience. the bird did infact fly out the open screen door. thank you JESUS. you totally rock.

now. i better get some coffee, and get my morning started off a little better. and to start to wonder how that dumb bird got in my house in the first place...i was hoping to find some big gaping hole in a screen. no such luck.