Mister T usually cuts it fine time-wise when he leaves for work in the morning. Last year when I was waving him off like the dutiful woman I am we both got a shock when we opened the door only to be met by frantic fluttering. We live at the top of a turret style stairwell. It would appear that two wood pigeons (collared doves) had decided to roost in our rafters. The panic was mutual as we watched them batter themselves off the panes of glass fitted into the roof. Let me tell you, there’s very little you can do to help these poor creatures when you’re not fluent in cooing. Pointing downwards as Mister T left seemed to help. And who said leading by example isn’t sensible?
Today, months on, the same thing happened. However, we had some new tenants. Three incredibly beautiful little birds. I have no idea what type they are but I really felt for them as they hovered around and fruitlessly bashed their beaks against the sunlit glass.
I felt really, really mean as I fetched my camera. Not only did I miss the opportunity to wave my man off (I know, really cheesy ritual) but I was worried about causing the birds additional, needless stress.
I’m relieved to say that the birds found their escape. They didn’t follow Mister T, they probably ignored the breadcrumbs I tried to direct them with. Regardless, they found a way down the stairs. Having said that, we’ll probably find them there in the rafters tomorrow morning.
Do you ever feel utterly trapped and unable to think of a logical way out of a problem?