Yesterday I had a 12 hour day at work... Suffice to say I was exhausted when I came home. When 8:00 rolled around I got ready for bed and went to sleep. At 2:00 AM their was a HUGE crack and POP went a window somewhere in our house. Naturally, Andy and I wake up and think
(worst case scenario) Someone is breaking in! Andy grabs his civil war gun underneath the bed(really, it's from the civil war, aka, really couldn't do much) and tells me to get down while he checks out the house.... we couldn't find the broken window ANYWHERE! After 15 minutes or so we decided to go back to bed. This morning I wake up and find this in our kitchen...
It is a bad picture, but this is a little tiny window that is double-paned and only the inside window is broken. Now first off, no one could fit through that window so we know no one was trying to break in, and second of all, how did the inside window mysteriously crack at 2 AM?
Andy went outside and lying underneath the window was a dead BIRD! What bird flies into MY window at 2AM to disturb MY slumber? (Sidenote, can anyone name that movie?) It was the weirdest turn of events. Everyone should have seen how cute Andy was with his gun, going out to find the culprit.
Darn birds... its a good thing my Grandma Glenda taught me to hate birds (a very long story, but every grandchild of hers hates birds), I didn't feel bad for the little thing this morning.