High on the east wall of our bathroom is an octagonal window. A redbird has been flinging himself against this window for the past couple of weeks. This happened ten years ago, too (though, presumably, not by the same redbird). It would wake us up at daybreak, fluttering and scratching against the window. At first, I wondered if the bird could see straight through our bedroom and out the west window and thought he could fly through it, but closing the bathroom door (so he couldn't see straight through) didn't deter him.
I tried taping scary faces on the window. Didn't work.
Nothing worked, until Orange Guy took on the job.
Orange Guy was The Grandson's bathtub toy. I think he came in some "happy meal." Last week, before we went out of town, I briefly searched the bathroom for Orange Guy but did not find him. I figured he was in the house, somewhere (for I would never have thrown him away).
When we came home from our trip, there was a rubber snake draped across two small vases that now occupy the sill of the octagonal window. This snake (one that glows in the dark and will grow to great lengths if you soak it in water for a long time), another bathtub toy, still lives in my tub. I did not put that snake atop the vases, nor did The Husband. Only The Grandson, who was home alone while we were gone, could have done it.
I laughed when I realized what had happened. While we were gone, The Grandson had heard the noise, investigated, and thought perhaps the snake would scare the bird away. (It didn't work.) I've been meaning to ask him about it, but he's been in and out, and I forgot to ask him until last night.
"Yes! That bird nearly drove me crazy," he said.
His face lit up at the mention of Orange Guy. When I said that Orange Guy is probably still around, he jumped up and went to the toy closet. After some rattling and thumping, I heard a shot of joy. Orange Guy has been found!
The redbird has laid off the window for the past few days (it's been too cold for him to pick fights, I guess) but if he shows up again, Orange Guy will be on the job.
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You'd be proud of me just now if you could've seen what just happened. I knocked over my coffee cup, and did not try to save the 10% off coupon from a bead store before it got soaked. This proves my resolve to not buy any more freakin' beads until I use up some of what I already have.
I MEAN IT.
Yesterday, after I came home from the hobby store with a stack of bead boxes (and a few new stands of beads), I forced myself to sit down and sort my beads one last time. Six boxes, and could use a couple more.
Now, I have no excuse not to get to work.
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