Kurt opened our front door and this little fella came flying in from out of the wreath that was hanging on the door. The girls were in hysterics, I was gone to Bunco, and Kurt was trying his darndest to get the sucker out. He finally threw Macy's blanket in the air to capture the bird and let it free outside. I came home and he was telling me about the fiasco that took place and I asked him where Macy's blanket was so that I could sanitize, and disinfect it and he informed me that she was fast asleep with it! So I quickly took the blanket away from my sleeping baby to insure she didn't get Bird Flu.
The next week, different wreath, Kurt opened the door and the same little birdie flew in our house, this time I was there to witness, calm down the girls, take pictures, and find a crappy blanket for Kurt to use to capture it in. There was bird poop and feathers all over the house. Kurt also worked up a sweat chasing that thing around. I must say it was quite entertaining.
