"Fly away, little Starling... Fly, fly, fly..."

Chad has school on Tuesday nights in Nampa, so I invited myself over to my mom's house for dinner. While there, I found out that the home of my step-dad's youngest daughter was robbed in Reno! How terrible?!

When I get home, I am on the phone with one of my good friends who I have not talked to in a while and we are deep in conversation. Everything was dark - yard, garage, house, everything. I walk in and start flipping on lights - while talking. I need to go outside and let Roscoe out of his kennel, but all of a sudden, I hear a rustling sound coming from the bedroom. At this point, I am certain that we are being robbed, but I am still on the phone in case anything happens, at least someone knows - right?!

Finally, after looking around, I realize it is a BIRD. I hurriedly get off the phone, grab the camera so I could prove that it really happened, and of course, a broom. After chasing this damn bird around the house for about 10 minutes, I finally corral it into the garage. I opened up the garage doors and try to shoo it out, but the stupid thing just sat up in the rafters. I called a truce for the night and told the bird that he/she could just die in my garage it that is what he/she wanted. At least no one had broken into our home! I did have some major bird poop cleanup, but at least the bird didn't poop on the rugs - just on the hardwoods.
When Chad came home, he identified the bird as a starling, and apparently, they have a nest atop our chimney. Soon to be removed. This morning - the bird's still in the garage and does not want to leave.

"A wild bird flying into one's house is a portent of ill luck, possibly even death." - Great. It is a good thing I am not superstitious.