We've gotten used to the springtime visits of birds trying to nest in our dryer vent. Jer even looks forward to it. But today (of course while I was in the shower trying to get ready for the Brigham City Temple dedication...) we had a
fall visitor. It was announced, as we've become accustomed to, by the shrieks of Jennifer who said, "MOM!!!! There's a
bird in the dryer!!!" And, as usual, my heart stopped, and I instantly felt a surge of panic. How was I going to take care of this NOW?!? Why
again this year? We already housed 4 starlings this spring. Here comes the cleanup of feathers, food, droppings, and various cages... Ugh.
Well, there was only one. Jer happily caught it, placed it in a licorice tub decorated quickly with a recycled robin's nest, some grasses, and some bread crumbs. He took pictures of it, and tried to feed it microwave popcorn. When he placed a "leash" of string around it's neck, Mike and I decided it was time (also in a panic) to let it go...IMMEDIATELY! Jer did, with some discontent, and we managed to clean up and still get to the dedication on time. Barely.
What fun he has!
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