Got a call this morning at work from my nephew, 22 years old, six foot two, gym junkie, not afraid of anything, well almost anything. A bird had somehow managed to get into his house (back door was left wide open so that the dogs could come and go into the backyard as they pleased), anyway the bird in the house presented a problem because you see my nephew is terrified of birds.
I asked my boss if I could take my lunch break early (it was 11:30m) as I had a family situation to deal with and hurried to the rescue.
The poor bird had worked its way into the bathroom and was perched up on the shower door. My nephew and the dogs had sought refuge outside in the garden.
It didn’t take long to catch the bird and release it into the garden. And although I tried to keep a straight face it was very hard indeed, I’m still chuckling about it, and just had to share.