I woke up this morning and heard a dripping, flapping noise, and to be honest, I was a little scared. Well, as you can guess, I found the source of the noise to be a frightened little bird. Somehow, the little fellow managed to get into my laundry room, and was desperately trying to get out through the closed window. I'm assuming he came in through the dryer vent to escape the rain outside, but then couldn't find a way out.
After making sure that my dog couldn't get downstairs and at the bird, I tried my best to calm the poor thing down, the way you would a colicky baby. Needless to say, it didn't work very well. But when the little guy did stop, he had his beak open and his chest rose and fell so fast, he was panting!
His feathers were still wet, and a bit ruffled from flying into the window so many times, and he had dirtied up the window sill and the floor around it. The poor guy got so scared he went in hid in a corner. I was able to open the window and take out the screen, and take a picture of the guy from a distance great enough not to alarm him. (I did zoom)
Be safe little birdie! (and all you people, too!)