The kids were all happily playing out front yesterday while I was making dinner, when the door swung open and I heard Nyah yell, "Mom, come quick! You've got to see this!"
I ran outside, and saw our neighbor girl standing by our maple tree holding a parakeet that she'd found perched on a branch. "We found this bird in your tree!" she shouted. Why, oh why did the bird have to be in our tree? Couldn't it have flown one or two houses down the block? It was my lucky day! Must've been the luck of the Irish!
Suddenly, all the kids started screaming as the parakeet flew onto the unsuspecting neighbor girls' head. She stood there screaming bloody murder as the bird calmly perched there in her hair. It was the perfect picture taking moment so I said, "Don't move. I'm going to get my camera!"
After I got my pictures and untangled the bird from her hair, the kids walked around the entire neighborhood stopping at every house to report the missing bird. No one claimed it. Big surprise there!
It was time for dinner, so we put the bird under a strainer so it wouldn't fly around the house while we ate. Needless to say, after dinner, Aaron went to the store with the kids to buy a bird cage. After all, I need my strainer for cooking! He also promised them (without my consent), that if the owner of the bird was eventually found, he'd buy them another bird.
The moral of the story is, if your kids ever run in the house to tell you that there is a parakeet in the maple tree, just look them straight in the eye and say, "Kids, that is no parakeet. That is a baby crow. If you touch it, you may catch rabies from it, get deathly ill, and need to be hospitalized." I just wish I would've thought of this solution yesterday!