My excitement yesterday: coming home to find a wee bird in our kitchen. It was flying from one window to another, trying to find a way out. I felt a little bad taking time to get a picture before letting it out the back door but…it was such a sweet thing. A little brown ball with shorts legs, a beak, and feathers.

Another picture, blurry, but you can better see its little legs. Gn’aww!

It’s weird how this was a really special moment for me. Late afternoon, no one else was home yet so the house was dead silent except for the humming of the fridge and the occasional frantic flapping of wings and beak tapping against the window pane. I think prior to this I might have been having a small bout of missing Japan, nothing to deep, just a few sighs walking home. Then the bird snapped me out of it and made me forget feeling sorry for myself.

Bird – I know it must have sucked being trapped for who knows how long so, thank you.