This morning I woke up when a sparrow flew into my face. It was a little bird, that had come in through the chimney. She had been stuck in our house for a while, I learned. A dear baby. Didn't quite get glass. She flapped about our living room last night, slept in our house plant, and then while looking for light this morning, charged my face.
Did I really scream? Am I actually the sort of person who throws the sheets over her head? Runs naked downstairs to the kitchen? Calls her dad?
Later, when the plan was fully constructed- the window flung open and all of us in our correct positions, I loved my family.
i like the little bird in your chimney. i kind of want to watch the movie the bluebird with shirley temple.
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ReplyDeletedo you want to have a bird day
and make paper cranes
because i read somewhere that girls used to make a thousand paper cranes for the boy they love
and i wanna do that
so we can make paper cranes together and watch the blue bird
i always loved the character margalo from stuart little
she was a bird
so can we???