And now, the dramatic conclusion...
I went running from the house like it was on fire, scooping Rod up into my arms very dramatically.
I did the most logical thing I could think of – I drove to McDonalds for a sundae while I waited for help to come.
45 minutes later, help did come. Trouble was, when I returned to the kitchen to show Mike, the bird was no longer there.
All 3 of us walked around the house like a bunch of creeps looking for the bird.
We found him doing laundry.
Just kidding, he was only perched in there.
Thank goodness he chose the room with 2 doors – one leading outside. Mike opened it up and the bird casually walked – yes, walked – back outside.
Much of the downstairs floor was covered in bird poop, however the upstairs was untouched. I can only imagine it was because the bird encountered this at the top of the stairs:
Rod probably remembers it like this:
Good job, Rod!!
On fireplace patrol.