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.
Some unpleasant surprises are really lovely.