The bird is in the left corner of the window behind the bamboo.
This spring I had the back door propped open while I hauled a couple of new wicker chairs and a club chair into the house from the back of a rented pick up truck parked in the drive way. I was so excited about the furniture's arrival I began running around inside the house snapping photographs of our new house WITH furniture to send home to my aunts.
On a photography roll I headed out the front door snapping photos all around the exterior until I came to the back of the house only to discover I had left the back door propped open. Duh. Oh well no harm I thought - it's not bug season quite yet.
Looking through my lens framing another shot I see something dart past the kitchen window - ON THE INSIDE. What the hell was that?
I head for the kitchen with Cecil our three pound Yorkie on my heels, closing the back door behind me. There in the kitchen are not one but two birds! One male and one female. The female flies toward the side kitchen window while the male takes off through the dining room toward the front of the house. Cecil is losing his mind barking at the bird in the kitchen window, who is by now completely terrified and repeatedly slamming itself against the glass looking for an exit. I take off in search of the male bird. I find it perched on our computer monitor in the office. I close the two glass doors to the office keeping it contained while I head back to try to save the female.
Since we had just recently moved in I had a few rather large boxes left unpacked standing in the corner of the room off the back entrance - I placed Cecil up on this box knowing he can't get down so I can try to catch the kitchen bird. (I then totally forgot Cecil on top of the box) But first - I have to take the bird's picture!
Eventually I throw a towel over each of the birds releasing out the back door to freedom. I then have to retrace the bird's steps and clean up the guano left behind. I now under stand the saying "scare the shit out of me" as it pertains to birds.
I retold this story to my aunts who both told me "It's good luck to have a bird fly into your home - especially if it leaves a dropping!" Okay I'll take the luck.
Last night the weather was dipping to the freezing point so I decided I had better bring in my plants from the front porch. I was worried that if we did get frost the plants would suffer. In came all the tropicals in terracotta pots and then I decided I would bring in my hanging Boston Ferns. I unhook the first one, turn on my heel to step just inside the front door, when something comes flying so quickly out of the fern and into the darkness of the house. Ah! What the hell was that? A bat?A giant bug? Too small for a bird. I place the fern on the door mat and turn around to get the other one. This time I tap the base of the pot making a little noise and giving it a push - out comes another flying object - it graces my head and I scream. It's so fast and so small I have no idea what it was!
I decide I am not taking in the Boston Ferns and put the other one back outside. Of course I have to tell Steve this story as we proceed to walk all around the house turning on lights and shaking curtains trying to startle whatever it was back out. Nothing. We found nothing.
A good hour later Steve heads off to the main floor powder room when I hear him call me. Hey hon, I found your bat slash bug! Come see.
There on the chair rail in the powder room is a tiny fluffy black bird. It's so pretty with spots on it's head and a long pointed beak like a humming bird. Once again the dog is removed from the scene, a towel is thrown, and the bird is released back outside. This little bird was a winter wren who like to make nests in grass like areas...hence the Boston Fern. Of course we had to consult our bird book ... we are nerds.
So this whole "if a bird in flies in through a home's open door or window good luck wives tale" has me curious. I decided to look into it a little further. This is what I found out on Yahoo Answers:
It's a very old piece of folklore dating back to ancient times.
The ancient Greeks, Romans and Egyptians all represent the soul as a bird. In paintings of death the bird is seen flying from the body. The reverse is also true, the appearance of a bird brings new life. The most common modern folklore reflecting this is the popular image of the stork delivering the baby to the house!
So if this happened with one bird I might pass it off as coincidental ... but ... we have had THREE!
3 Birds = 3 Babies (in our family!)
Steve & I are due April 10, 2009
Steve's sister Dawn due May 3, 2009
Steve's sister Jen due June 13, 2009.