well, some stories are worth re-telling.

I realized well trying to fix something screwy with my profile, that the story about the bird whisperer, unless you actually go to my old easyjournal blog thing, is not quite told in the entry I made on Tuesday. I think it's hilarious. So... I figured I'd put it in here again. Just for old times sake. I know it's cut and pasted and whatever... blah blah blah. I like this story. It was a good time. SO. If you don't care about it, then DON'T READ IT. There, enough said. Enjoy!

April 7, 2004
So yesterday morning I had the most freakin' hilarious time... I went downstairs to get my laundry and I heard this weird noise coming from our furnace pipes... didn't think much about it... I went to our computer and started playing music and stuff, then I heard this weird noise coming from our kitchen... so I was like, what the heck? At first from the room I was in, it sounded like someone was attacking a chip bag, but as I got closer it sounded more crackling noises and I thought the house was burning down... so of course, being special me, I freaked 'cuz I thought I somehow was burning down the house. (being a pyro, this fear is not uncommon, but it was this morning)

Anyways, so I get to the kitchen and there was a bird INSIDE the house flapping against the window.. HE WAS INSIDE trying to get OUT. So, after having seen Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds", I was a little bit afraid and straight up, some screams did exit my mouth... but I composed myself and did the rational thing anyone else would have done. I opened the porch door and started calling "birdy, come here and fly out" several times while the bird continued it's pursuit through the closed window which worked as well as me encouraging him through the door. Anyways, then the phone rang and it was my mom and I thought the bird would stay at the kitchen window so I went to answer the phone, a little bit hysterically because I don't think we can keep a wild bird in the house. So, as I was trying to explain to my mom how the bird got in the house because her first question was, "how did the bird get in" not "oh, this is what you should do"... while talking to my mom, I heard the bird changing rooms and flying by something glass so I decided it was best I was monitoring the bird and not trying to explain anything to my mom.

So, when I got back, I couldn't see the bird at first until it flew up off the floor and scared me, thus producing another scream out of my mouth. So, the bird was now at the dining room window... this window does not open so that's a problem... so I opened the kitchen window too thinking that maybe the bird would notice the sudden fresh air but he didn't. So, me still screaming occasionally, trying to use the window curtain to try and send the bird towards freedom. Well, that didn't work, so I got the fly swatter and tried to lead the bird away from the dining room window but it finally settled in a corner of the dining room window ledge. So I touched it with the fly swatter and it wouldn't move, it was really scared, and so I touched it with my hand, and it didn't move then either, so then I picked it up. The bird didn't move or anything so I carried it to the window and held my hand out the window... the bird wouldn't get off my hand for a bit, but I shook my hand and the bird flew away... so, clearly, I'm the bird whisperer.