Before I begin this story, I should mention I am scared of birds. Thankfully I live with a professional bird hunter. Rod knew there was trouble before any of us – very typical. Our first warning came in the form of Rod being newly obsessed with our fireplace.
Day 3 and I thought Rod was becoming a serious weirdo.
Then we realized Rod was no fool. Once again, he had outsmarted us both.
I reacted the way any responsible person does when there is a bird living in their chimney.
There wasn’t a lot we could do while on our lunch break so we vowed to inspect further after work. Rod reluctantly agreed.
I got home first, unwinding in my usual way.
I carried Rod downstairs and noticed he was more worked up than usual. I made a quick pit stop in the kitchen before taking him outside. Then I saw it. And it saw me.
To be continued...