Naturally...

So, I don't like mosquitoes.

Or spiders.

Or bedbugs.

Or ticks.

So I have a love hate relationship with the great outdoors.

I love the great outdoors!

I hate the stuff in the great outdoors.

So once I see one too many creepy crawlies I retreat back inside my home that is sprayed for all bugs every three months.

I feel safe here.

But Saturday I opened a window to let in some gorgeous fall air and there was an explosion of

buzzing and flapping wings. I apparently scared this big boy. And he in turn scared me.

And delighted the Cowgirl. Once the initial scare was over, and I knew it wasn't a rabid bird, we caught him and took some good looks before we set him free. Don't ask me how he got in the house. I am perplexed.

But glad.

Some unpleasant surprises are really lovely.