Bird Feeder

My husband was gifted with a bird feeder and he likes filling it and watching the birds (and squirrels) eat.

Yesterday he told me, "There's a bird in the house." There he was. Perched on top of the padded rod above the sliding glass door to the back deck.

The question was, how did he get in through two dog doors. Both dogs were running around in a crazed circle.

We shut them into a bedroom and closed all other doors to rooms. We opened the front and back doors to try to shoo him out. No luck. The last we saw him, he went under the couch.

Our neighbor helped Lee tip the couch up. No bird. The only thing we can figure is that he must have flown out one of the doors while we were looking down.

New theory: One of the dogs brought him in after he caught him outside. The bird was not injured. At least he could still fly.

A different incident in an otherwise dull day.