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Office Bird
Apr. 14th, 2014 07:41 pmSome time after three this afternoon, I looked up to see a bird crash into one of our showroom windows, from the inside. It picked itself up and flapped around, hurling itself against the windows again. It was a starling, or a grackle; I can never remember which is which. I don't think it was a psychopomp.
I propped open the front door, and tried to capture the bird or shoo it out, but it just flew to whatever side of the room I wasn't on. I tried to lure it with cookie crumbs, but it didn't care. Its beak was open. Perhaps it was panting. I went back to my desk. After a while the bird perched on top of a refrigerator. Every so often it would tap the metal grill with its beak.
Mary went home for the day. Mary Ann hadn't come in today (migraine). Udi had been oblivious to the bird from the start. After a while the bird flew over to one of the gas barbecue grills and pecked at some of the crumbs I'd left there. I went and got another cookie, crumbled it and made a trail of crumbs leading from the corner where the bird was to the open door. Then I sat at my desk.
After a few minutes, I saw the bird on the carpet pecking at the crumbs. A few minutes later, it was halfway to the door, then out the door. I got up and closed the door behind it, and picked the leftover crumbs out of the carpet.
I propped open the front door, and tried to capture the bird or shoo it out, but it just flew to whatever side of the room I wasn't on. I tried to lure it with cookie crumbs, but it didn't care. Its beak was open. Perhaps it was panting. I went back to my desk. After a while the bird perched on top of a refrigerator. Every so often it would tap the metal grill with its beak.
Mary went home for the day. Mary Ann hadn't come in today (migraine). Udi had been oblivious to the bird from the start. After a while the bird flew over to one of the gas barbecue grills and pecked at some of the crumbs I'd left there. I went and got another cookie, crumbled it and made a trail of crumbs leading from the corner where the bird was to the open door. Then I sat at my desk.
After a few minutes, I saw the bird on the carpet pecking at the crumbs. A few minutes later, it was halfway to the door, then out the door. I got up and closed the door behind it, and picked the leftover crumbs out of the carpet.
