Pretty Bird

Oh Benny.  If you don't know my little Benny, you are really missing out.  He is just a big pile of fun and charm and adventure.

So the other day, I was in the laundry room when he came in and said, "Mom, I brought a bird in the house. Come see."  I followed him, not really knowing what he was talking about.  I gave quite a squeal when he pointed out this little fellow to me:

Sure enough, there was a real live bird in our house.  I figured he must have left the door open and it flew in.  After it was quickly determined that I would be unable to get the bird out of the house, I asked Ben how it got in.  He took me out to the porch and pointed to where the bird had been perched and then demonstrated how he ever so slowly crept up behind it and then quick as lightning reached out and grabbed it.  He brought it back inside at which point the bird escaped and found itself this lovely perch.

Well, Ben and I kept an eye on the bird all day.  After trying out a few different spots and flying around a bit, it just kinda hung out in this window.  It would flap around occasionally and fly into the window every few minutes.  Later that afternoon, Grandpa got out a tall ladder and carefully climbed up and scooped up the bird.  We were a little afraid it was hurt, but when he took it outside the bird flew away without any trouble.  

And then Ben climbed up the ladder to investigate the bird poop situation cause that's the kind of little fellow that he is.

Country life seems to agree with my little Ben.