I Was Late to Work Today (AKA Lessons Learned While Getting a Bird Out of the House)

As this is the first month of a new year and I have been debating making changes in my life for a few months, I finally put some new routines into place this week. (I know most people do this January 1st, but as I noted last month, I’m a bit behind.) The first routine is getting up earlier and beginning my day in God’s Word. Granted, I don’t get up at the same time each day, and I sometimes have to rush to get ready; but I’ve prayed, read, and done my devotional every day. So far, so good.

This morning, I did so well, that I decided I had about five extra minutes and I could rearrange my house plants in the living room for maximum sunlight. The tree is finally down, so they can take over the window space again and hopefully recover from December’s exile. By the time I was done, I was about five to ten minutes behind my normal routine, but it’s Friday so I could be a little more casual. No biggie.

After a search for matching socks (something I am completely baffled by because I swear I buy socks every other month but still don’t have a single matching pair and have to borrow from my daughter), I heard the dog start barking. Normally, he is asleep at this time, but we locked him in the porch last night because he was barking so I figured he might have to go potty. I made my way downstairs, grabbed a couple treats, and opened the door.

Thor is a 110 pound Alapaha Blue Blood Bulldog, possibly with a touch of Mastiff, so I threw a treat in the far corner in order to get into the room before he could jump on me. But he didn’t go for the treat. Instead he began running back and forth, barking at the ceiling. That’s when I saw it. A small brown bird, probably some kind of wren was in Thor’s room. I ran out, moved the table that blocked the dog in all night, threw open the door, and propped it open. I turned and Thor was still barking at the bird. Only this time he was looking into the house.

I forgot to close the door behind me.

Panicked because my husband who works nights was still sleeping and the door leading upstairs was open, I ran into the house; flying around closing doors to keep this thing from going any further into my home. Now, how was I going to get it out of my house as quickly as possible without waking my husband, breaking anything, or injuring the bird?

I turned on all the lights so I could see where it was and found an old towel that we now use as a rag. The bird flew to the corner. I followed. The bird flew to the other corner. I followed. Two more corners. Back to the original. I was suddenly very much aware that I had not yet applied my deodorant.

The bird headed for the door, but Thor was there barking so it doubled back. That’s when I heard the footsteps. “Don’t open the door!” I yelled. Luckily, the bird flew to the corner farthest from the stairs because my husband appeared. Half asleep and trying to figure out what was going on, he stood on the stairs in his pajamas and watched me running around like a mad woman. Finally, he came the rest of the way down, and now we began the futile attempts in a somewhat delayed unison. The bird headed for the stairs and he yelled, “Close the door!”

It took a second to register. “You left it open?” I stared at him in amazement as he tore up the steps and closed the door before the bird decided to fly up.

After a period of time that seemed like ten minutes but was probably two, he told me to just go to work. He started turning off lights and closed the door leading outside. I stared at him dumbfounded. “Are you going to leave him inside?”

About that time, the bird flew to the only remaining light source. We looked at each other as it hit us.

After turning off all the lights, we opened the curtain on the door. Sure enough the bird flew straight to it. Problem was, the door was now closed. We somehow trapped it in the curtain, managed to get the curtain rod off the door without losing the bird, and my husband carried it outside. Success!

Problem was, Thor didn’t see the bird go outside so he was still convinced it was in the house. My husband climbed the stairs mumbling about sleep and closing the door. I went outside, moved the prop from the screen door and let it close, all the while telling Thor that the birdie was gone. A quick text to my boss telling him I was running late due to a bird in the house received an lol, and I went back to my morning routine; applying my eyeliner but not the shadow, and running out the door without any jewelry.

As I started my car, I thought about that bird. I’m sure it was panicked and frightened for its life, but it knew its salvation was in the light. Instinct told it to turn to the light and all would be well. How often do we feel panicked, frightened by our surroundings or circumstances? Do we turn to the Light? The true Light? Or are we running toward dim imitations that take us further from the Real Thing?

Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” – John 8:12

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” – Matthew 11:28-30

Published by Bronwen Chisholm

I write Regency Era Romance, specifically Pride and Prejudice alternatives, and Women's Fiction. I am married to a federal police officer and have 2 beautiful, gifted children.

One thought on “I Was Late to Work Today (AKA Lessons Learned While Getting a Bird Out of the House)

  1. This is just hilarious. Why am I not surprised that something like this would happen in your household. LOL but the best part… The very best part… Was corresponding to God’s word . Thank you 💋

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