A Bird in the Hand

There was a bird trapped on our screen porch yesterday. The screens are completely torn up and coming loose.(I know that none of my children could be responsible for that!)The bird flew in and then panicked. He was cheeping and clawing and flitting around. His bird pals were doing the same. I imagined they all had hot lunch dates and needed to get over to the Olson's bird feeder pronto. I devised a plan. Armed with a pillow and a hockey stick I thought I might go straight for the bird, but the thought of being clawed in the face made me change my mind. I walked outside and left the door open and hit the screen where the bird was. He flew right out. Sweet! I peeked in on my little boys. Nathan was screaming, "Me come out! Me come out!" and Timmers was crying hysterically. I yelled to the bird,"Take me with you!"