Just a SImple Change of the Light Bulb?

It was just a simple task.  The light bulb on the front porch burned out. What to do?  Change it.  Gary grabbed a new bulb from the cabinet in the back room and out the front door he went.

Cooper was running around the living room, yelling at the tv since IU was playing Northwestern and his daddy is an IU fan.  I was sitting on the couch, catching up on my Online Bible Study from Proverbs 31. Seems like a calm evening (except for Cooper's yelling "GO IU!"), right?

Wrong.

When the door opened, Gary did not come in the house alone.  A bird came in with him.

YIKES!

So we have a bird, flying around the living room, into the fireplace room, back to the living room, into the kitchen.  We have a screaming little boy who is now plastered to my side.  I am trying to shield his head from the bird, just in case it decides red hair would be a nice addition to its next nest.  Gary? Well, he went outside to find a broom, propped the door open, and started yelling and swatting (which did nothing except agitate the bird and make Cooper yell louder).

After swooping through the living room again, the bird went into the kitchen area. Cooper and I headed to the bathroom.

Me:  Close the door and stay in there, Cooper.  DON'T COME OUT!

Cooper:  OK, Mamaw. (door slams)

Gary:  We need to get the bird into the laundry room.

Me:  We need to shut the front door because a cat could come in.

Gary:  The bird needs to be gone first.  (opens door from laundry room to sunroom and props it open)

Me:  If the bird goes into the laundry room and we can get it into the sunroom, we can trap it there!

Gary:  Good idea!

(Bird flies into sunroom.  Gary closes door into sunroom. I close front door.)

Gary (armed with broom):  When I go into the sunroom, close the door behind me

Me:  (pushing door closed behind Gary as he goes into the sunroom)  Get him!

Me:  (returning to bathroom)  Cooper?

I open the door to see Cooper sitting on the toilet, lid down, ankles crossed, hands folded in lap, eyes wide as saucers.

Cooper:  Is the bird gone?

Me:  Let me check.  It is in the sunroom with Papaw and he is trying to shoo him out into the yard.

As I return to the dining room, Gary is walking back into the house, flipping off the lights of the sunroom and shutting the door.

Gary:  The bird is gone!

Me: (returning to bathroom) The bird is gone, Cooper!

Cooper:  Yeah!  Can I call Mommy and tell her?

Next task?  Cleaning up all of the little feathers that were scattered on the carpet in all of the rooms.  At least there was no bird poop!