This past week we had a very unusual experience! I was putting the Thanksgiving wreath on the front door and had it open while I was doing it. Suddenly something flew past me. Garrett called out, "Grandma, a bird flew in!" "No, no," I said. "It was only a little butterfly." I kept on working and when I was done, I came in to the family room to indeed find a bird flying around in the room. "Yikes!!!"
Then when I got excited about trying to get it cornered, there were lots of shouts and screams by the kids as well as their mother, while the poor little bird was much more scared than we were! But finally, we got him to fly into the laundry room where Papa George saved the day! He got a net and caught the little bird and released him outside--much to both the little bird and all of our happiness!
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