when birds are chirping,
in your dryer vent.
Okay, not chirping so much as fluttering.
That was the sound I heard coming from my laundry room as I sat at my keyboard, minding my own business, typing away.
You know, I was getting too confident in my ability to stick to my writing schedule despite the many varied distractions and interruptions life can throw at me. I don't know what you would have done, but I pretty much ran screaming out the door the second that bird spread it's wings and started flying through my house. Don't ask me why. I don't have time to analyze how I can reach into the disposal bare-handed but not stay composed in the presence of a small lost sparrow.
So Happy Spring to you. Hopefully all the birds & animals at your house are invited guests and not surprise drop-ins!
