Today we had an incident. A kamikaze Goldfinch flew into our sliding glass door. It hit with tremendous force and knocked itself silly. We couldn't just let it sit there loopy and all. So, we got a box and carefully put him inside.
I folded down the flaps of the box and placed a book on top to insure that our feathered friend wouldn't be making any daring escapes. I checked on him occasionally through the crack in the top to make sure he was still alive. He gradually seemed to make improvements. I was innocently reading some blogs when Isaac started talking to me, telling me something about the bird looks better. He's blinking his eyes. He's moving his wings. I said something like, "Uh-huh."
There was a bird flying over my head! I remember saying not too calmly, "Oh, Isaac, what did you do?" It was chaotic and comical in our house for a good ten minutes as the little fella flitted from room to room leaving little feathers on the ceiling where he kept bumping his head. Lauren set to wailing every time he would fly anywhere near where she was sitting. So, between the laughter from the boys, Lauren's sheer terror and four of us running back and forth trailing a bird, it made for an interesting scene.
Every once in awhile he would alight on something and I would climb on a chair to try to snatch him, only for him to fly away when I got too close.
The boys got in a good laugh when he landed in the Christmas tree. It was a good thing Jacob saw him when he landed because none of the rest of us could see him. I moved in slowly and was finally able to get my hands on the little guy.
I showed Lauren that he wasn't going to hurt her, but I'm not to sure she believed me. She'll probably be scarred for life!
The boys stroked his head a couple of times and then we let him go. I'm sure he was glad to be free, after that fiasco.
This is all Isaac could say about it!