Saturday we hurried out the door to head on a movie and as we walked out a bird flew in. Here is what you need to know about him; he was a little finch, he was pretty nice, and he was unexpectedly polite for a bird in an apartment. We tried to suggest that he leave a few different ways and he stared calmly back at us. It seems that our house is very welcoming to birds. We have some nice perches and a heater making our place ideal for us and as it turns out a tiny little friend in a winter.
He had a round face and kinda chubby checks, just like me. He didn't want to be out in the cold, neither did I. Part of me wanted to invite him to stay. I had a Scrubs style daydream of what it would be like room with a finch. However, birds poop on stuff and things that belong outside should generally stay out there, so we strongly encouraged him to leave and got back to our original plan. But, for just a moment, last Saturday night, we had a tiny bird perched in our apartment and it was charming. Actually, it was a bit confusing and even a little nerve-racking, but thinking back it is the charming part that sticks with me.
