Lebanon — Wednesday last week, I was sitting in my chair by the window with my knitting. It startled me when suddenly a loud bang occurred against the window. It happens occasionally that a bird from the outside is attracted to the lamplight inside. “Poor bird,” I muttered. “I hope you did not get hurt too much.” I didn’t think any more of it. Yet about five minutes later, came another bang. This time I saw it too. A wren was inside the house and wanted back to freedom in the sunshine. However, I was not the only one who saw the wren. Bella saw it this time too and went bonkers, rearranging my plants by the window and knocking papers from the coffee table as the hunt was on.
I knew the wren was a lot faster than me, and I wanted the poor thing out of the house.
My son had worked that night and was in his first deep sleep. Usually it takes him some time before he gets coherent when abruptly awakened. Not this time. He turned over and asked if this was one of my April Fool’s jokes. It was not April first yet!
Soon all three of us were chasing that poor frightened wren. Finally my son caught him and set him free outside, where apparently his partner had been waiting. After a happy reunion they flew off together.
My son went back to bed and I re-arranged the furniture inside, which had been moved during the hunt.
Since I was late in officially reminding people about our Easter dinner, the response was poor. They had already made their own plans. So instead of an official Easter dinner, we changed it into a cookout — just hamburgers and hot dogs and only a few side dishes. In total only 19 people showed, and all at different times. Some only to say “Happy Easter” and visit for a few minutes.