Wild Kingdom Returns
I just came home to more birds in the house. Thankfully, they were not in my bedroom this time. I think I’ve finally figured out how they are getting in.
Today I’m sick. As sick days usually turn into cleaning and shopping days, I went out to grab a few things at Target. When I came home, Cleo did not run to the door to greet me, as she usually does. Instead, I spotted her low-crawling into the sunroom. From her odd manner, I thought she was hurt and started calling her. I followed her into the sunroom and saw that she was stalking two birds.
I closed the sunroom door and let her have her fun for awhile. I still feel bad about spoiling her hunt in my bedroom. The birds flitted and pooped. Cleo twitched her tail and meowed. I searched the house for the breach.
I think the birds are coming in through the kitchen exhaust fan. It is an old-fashioned fan. When the blades aren’t spinning, something as large as a bird could enter the house. The flap that covers the outside is ajar, leaving the entry wide open. My suspicious were further confirmed by bird poop on the stove.
After the birds had been sufficiently tortured, I ousted Cleo from the sunroom and opened the screen door. The birds flew away. Kitty Cleo is mad at me again. I suppose I am in for an afternoon of bad behavior, like houseplant munching and chandelier boxing. Now I’ve got to figure out how to make the fan bird-proof.