going to the chapel

I went outside to get a package and saw a bird fly across the ceiling of the garage. It made me think about how my Dad and I were in lowes one night and he was telling me that once you get a bird in a space, they're pretty hard to catch.

Anyway, I OPEN THE DOOR (meaning it's been shut this whole time), and go inside. A few minutes pass and my sister and I hear my cat going insane - just rolling around, jumping off of counters.. the works. We just chalked it up to her being a cocaine addict.

ALAS. Seconds later, a bird flew over my sister's head and circled the room, all the while my cat is running around like a woman at a bridal sale beneath it. All my sister can spit out is, "IT'S A BIRD!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So the two of us are running around, trying to see the bird and I'm trying to catch my cat because I didn't want her to kill a bird and get blood all over her white fur (she cares.) while my dad is on the phone with me telling me to get a tennis racket or a blanket and something about snakes.

Needless to say, this bird would fly right at your face then change directions at the last second.. so I was not feeling that. I hate when animals get all unpredictable with their flight (ie. MOTHS). So I really wasn't much help. The bird would fly at me and I'd stand still then just be like, "it's behind me" while pointing very slowly.

About an hour later the bird was caught, it was set free back to the wild, and all we were left with was some random bird poo to clean up.