Three little birds sat on my window...

Okay, more like one little bird beating frantically on my laundry room window trying to get out.

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)

So here the bird is, hiding in a remote corner of the empty laundry room (we're in the middle of replacing our washer and dryer, and almost everything else in there) and the window open. Half an hour later he moved, and my dog heard and ran to the laundry room. After dragging him out and closing the door, I left again. Ten minutes later I went to remove him myself according to the suggestions of my dad, via phone, but he was gone already.

Be safe little birdie! (and all you people, too!)