This is what it sounds like when...
Okay, so the rest of the lyric should read "when doves cry" but in this case "when grown men cry" would be more appropriate. Tonight when the girls went up to get ready for bed they discovered that we had a visitor in the house. Standing on the landing midway up Haley's attic room stairs was a pigeon. Two things that you should know about me at this point - I believe that pigeons are flying rats and I have an irrational fear of birds.
Karyn decided that she would try catch the bird in a towel - I wished her luck and shut the attic door (with me on the opposite side as the pigeon). It quickly became apparent that Karyn was not going to be able to catch the pigeon - heck, our cat had been in the attic with the bird for who knows how long and hadn't managed to nab him. I reluctantly put my fears aside and opened the door.
Upon arriving in Haley's room, I was quickly accosted by the bird. Actually he flew past me and landed on her window seat. I suspected that he had come in through the attic fan opening in the unfinished portion of the attic (based on another incident involving a bird that I'm trying to block) but knew that I could not get him back out that way. I would have to open one of Haley's windows and screens and force the intruder out that way.
One problem, the bird was between me and the windows. Bravely I crossed the room and he once again attacked, dragging his dagger-like talons across my back. I screamed a horror movie scream, causing Karyn to scream as well and forcing the menace to flee heavenward. This is where the true intelligence of the creature (birdbrain?!) was revealed, for up in the apex of Haley's pyramidal ceiling is a ceiling fan...it was on.
The monster was thrown across the room and landed stunned on her dresser. I quickly opened the window and threw Haley's favorite stuffed animal in the general direction of the still-groggy winged-rat. He quickly flew straight toward the window and his undeserved freedom.
Meanwhile I had no opportunity for recovery - work called and I had to spend half an hour testing changes, jeez.
When Doves Cry / Prince
Karyn decided that she would try catch the bird in a towel - I wished her luck and shut the attic door (with me on the opposite side as the pigeon). It quickly became apparent that Karyn was not going to be able to catch the pigeon - heck, our cat had been in the attic with the bird for who knows how long and hadn't managed to nab him. I reluctantly put my fears aside and opened the door.
Upon arriving in Haley's room, I was quickly accosted by the bird. Actually he flew past me and landed on her window seat. I suspected that he had come in through the attic fan opening in the unfinished portion of the attic (based on another incident involving a bird that I'm trying to block) but knew that I could not get him back out that way. I would have to open one of Haley's windows and screens and force the intruder out that way.
One problem, the bird was between me and the windows. Bravely I crossed the room and he once again attacked, dragging his dagger-like talons across my back. I screamed a horror movie scream, causing Karyn to scream as well and forcing the menace to flee heavenward. This is where the true intelligence of the creature (birdbrain?!) was revealed, for up in the apex of Haley's pyramidal ceiling is a ceiling fan...it was on.
The monster was thrown across the room and landed stunned on her dresser. I quickly opened the window and threw Haley's favorite stuffed animal in the general direction of the still-groggy winged-rat. He quickly flew straight toward the window and his undeserved freedom.
Meanwhile I had no opportunity for recovery - work called and I had to spend half an hour testing changes, jeez.
When Doves Cry / Prince
posted by r.m at 7:28 PM
1 Comments:
excellent story, I laughed very hard.
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