Fishing for Starlings

Jenny woke me up at the crack of dawn this morning saying there was a “critter” somewhere in the house. She heard a paper fall off of the dresser. Then she felt something on her hip as she laid in bed!! Creepy! I looked around the kitchen. Didn’t find anything. Looked in Taylor’s room . . . nothing thank goodness. He would have totally been freaked out for who knows how long! Working my way back into the bedroom, I walked into our bathroom. On a decoration in the window is the silhouette of a tiny bird. Then it flies right toward me!! Totally freaked out, I am screaming like a little girl! (Shut up Fran!! I don’t want to hear it!!) Poor thing didn’t know what in the world was going on. Kept trying to fly to safety and hitting the window and mirrors in the bathroom. Jenny is in the far other end of the house by now. I go out in the garage to find something to capture the thing with. What to use? How about a trout net? Perfect! After about 10 minutes of flying around tiring the sucker out, he/she landed in our shower and sat on the floor. I put the net over the top of it and slipped a cardboard box top under it and headed for the front door. Put it on the sidewalk and it didn’t move a bit . . . just sat there stunned. Sat there long enough for me to get a good picture. And they lived happily ever after. Let’s not talk about where the thing used the bathroom in our bathroom!! Disgusting!!