“There’s a Bird in the Toilet!” This was the statement “Little Boy,” was shouting at blood curdling pitches. I was on the phone with my aunt when the announcement came. I gotta go, I gotta go I replied as I tossed the phone on the bed and headed for the bathroom all the while my son still screaming about his discovery.
Let me preface this by telling you I live in a house built in 1895. It has had several renters over the years, one of them being my best friend before I knew she was my friend. This house wit,h 11 acres came up for sale about 8 years ago. It borders my in-laws farm as well as our other ground. Let me say there was limited discussion about the purchase. Location, Location, Location! I toured the house for the first time and was less than impressed but again location, location, location. My husband, the farmer, said in a few years we will build a new one. Well if you have ever been married to a farmer, and I glad I am, you will soon learn that farm ground makes money houses don’t. So a few years is now 8 and I suspect a few more.
No worries we have our own private road to Grandma’s house. The kids are blessed to have Grandma and Grandpa right next door. Believe me they take full advantage of it too. Grandma always has snacks, is willing to read a book and play games. You really couldn’t ask for a better set up for your family.
Back to the Bird. Well being a house that has not always had the best care and being that it is 110 years old it is bound to have a few quirks but a bird in the toilet is one I definitely did not expect. I peered around the corner like I was about to encounter a bear not a poor soaked bird. I didn’t see anything. I inspected the toilet and the surrounding area. No Bird. My first thought. ”Little Boy,” is at it again. He tends to tell some pretty tall tales. I went back to folding laundry, when I heard it. The Flutter of a paniced Starling. He was just as freaked as I was. Imagine if you were the Starling. He certainly took a trip that I wouldn’t want to go on.
I tried to pull the poor helpless woman act. ”Honey there is a big bad bird in the bathroom please come and get it.” That didn’t work. My husband knows me too well. He knows exactly what I am capable of. He instructed me to hit it with a towel and haul it out.
After swatting at it repeatedly the bird and I were both about to have a heart attack. He finally gave into my wrath and dropped into the tub. I draped him or her in the towel and hands inverted in a Walmart sack scooped it up and pointed at Duff to get the door. Out the poor bird went. Crisis averted.
Needless to say another issue on the to do list. Put a screen on the vent that accesses the toilet. I continue to keep telling myself that these are character building episodes and will make me eternally grateful when I actually do get to turn the key in my new home, whenever that happens.
Have a Great Day
Charity
