Tweety not so Sweety

2013-03-26 14.02.06

This is what happened on Thursday…or was it Wednesday? Being at home now, one day just rolls into another.

I am sounding like my elderly parents bless em so I shall move on.

What you see here my dear readers is a bird perched up on a window on our kitchen cathedral ceiling. I don’t know why they are called cathedral ceilings perhaps because it’s the height of a cathedral or near enough…this window to give you an idea is about 17 feet up the wall.

The other day I left the house for a short while, as I was minding two dogs (both bird lovers by the way) I left the door open to the decking, so they could come and go as they pleased. Yes I’m considerate when it comes to dogs.

When I returned there was said Mr/Mrs Fluffy wings perched up high with several trails of droppings cascading down the wall (look closely at the pic).

The kitchen table sits underneath (of course it does, it’s not hanging off the fall ffs).  I grabbed a chair and stood that on top of the table and then stood on the chair…I was trying to get high (not that sort of high folks settle) trusty broom in hand (no I wasn’t going to hurt Tweety-Pie). I started hoopin and a hollerin and waving the broom around like a woman possessed.

Tweety fluttered from one window pane to the next…pooping as he/she went. Nothing worked, no amount of screaming and yes I even started crying I was so mad. I got down and grabbed an almost finished plastic bag of bread and tied a knot in it and started throwing it at Tweety (please don’t call the RSPCA) I wasn’t trying to knock it off it’s perch (no I was) but without harming it. I am an animal lover, but the poop was getting to me.,

Finally after much screaming and tears and waving of arms she/he flew to the ground and sat like a stunned mullet (yes I know that is a fish).
Then ‘it’ flew onto a clothes horse (full of clean towels). I was shoo -shoo shoo-ing it with all my might, before it calmly hopped behind the TV cabinet. Grrrrrr.
Then ‘it’ flew gently into the window, then on the floor, then back onto another window, before me wielding broom screaming “SHOO you bloody bird”, it flew out the door and settled under the outdoor table.

‘It’ (as I’m not into sexing birds)  sat for over an hour (in shock I am gathering) or perhaps thinking  “This woman is a bloody lunatic, last time I hop in her place for a drink from the dog bowl”!  Where were the dogs you ask? Playing merrily in the background not giving a toss about my predicament.

The moral of this story? Yes folks there is one. Tweety must have gone through an ordeal, shocked at what was happening, why she couldn’t stay in her comfy place on the window ledge.

Wings flapping and not knowing where to go she fluttered from one spot to the next , even hitting herself in the process.

Only to find her way and rest for a while before she used her wings and found her freedom once again.

I will let you the reader figure that one out.

13 thoughts on “Tweety not so Sweety

  1. LOL! I’ve had this happen to me a few times (I’m always leaving the door open). Once I caught the bird with a fishing net (it worked well) and another time the bird hit my flying ducks on the wall and broke one (how ironic!) 😀

    • They can be such a nuisance can’t they! I had visions of the thing making a nest up there.. Fishing net a novel approach and for breaking a flying duck – that is classic, probably thought it was a reli. xxx

  2. Yeap, happened to me as we’ll, a huge bird flew into the living room(I was downstairs and thought I had a burglar in the house) and out of angst and frustration flew all over the place and shitted everywhere!! I feel you ΜΜ!

  3. I can home one night to find a duck running around in my living room. We’d shoo it out the back door and it would come right back in. It adopted my hubby as the mother duck. Hope all has settled back down at your place and is calm again.

    • Aw Jude sorry but that made me laugh, adopting hubby as the Mother duck. I think they get themselves so much in a twist they don’t know what they are doing in the end. Yes all is well thanks hun, though still have a few marks I have to try and get too to scrub off! 😦 xx 🙂

  4. Ohhh poooorrr birdy. And poor Mumsy too though.

    There looks no way to shut the window from light either…that is why poor birdy is not leaving that area…it thinks there is a way out because of the light.

    Now … that is a good moral by the way. One days rolls to the next you say … then you will fly again.

    So … Amber is wrong … birdy is a lovely woman.

    • No we have a wind up window shutter for that window, so a few times I closed it and all the other blinds in the kitchen so she/he could see the light to the backyard, but alas she/he was a stubborn one and refused to move for some time 😦
      I knew you would get the moral 🙂 xxx

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