We had a great time at our art gallery reception last week and time has flown by so fast, I forgot to do my weekly post! I am still working on getting the pictures downloaded and posted to my blog, and I will share them soon. Since I don’t have any new art this week, I thought I would share a funny story that happened to me a few weeks ago while I was putting away all my art and supplies after exhibiting in a Saturday art walk…
I was pretty tired when I returned home, so I waited until Sunday morning to unpack my van.
I left one of the french doors open (as I often do when I am painting) while I was loading everything back into my studio that is in our back garden. About half way through unloading, I walked into the studio with an arm-load full and found a little bird had flown in and was flying in circles around my studio.
I immediately dropped everything and started frantically running around the studio opening the windows and popping out the screens as I was so worried he would fly into a window or screen and hurt himself. I tried everything to help him find the door! I quickly opened the other french door so he would have a large open area to fly out, but he seemed to have forgetten how he came in. I tried shooing him, going outside and calling him (Like he was going to come to me like a dog! HA!.) I pointed at the door a hundred times, but he just didn’t seem to listen! I am sure he was as panicked as I was and I was so afraid he was going to hurt himself before I could help him get outside. I even had to duck a couple of times as he flew straight at me. (Could be my bright red hair was an attraction?) He was so clever, I got him to land on the end of my ruler, my hand, a paintbrush, the end of a broom, but then he would fly back into the studio every time I got close to an open door or window.
After about thirty LONG minutes, he decided to hide between a blanket that was draped over a chair and we both calmed down a bit. After I caught my breath, I gently scooped him into the bottom of my shirt and headed towards the open french doors. When I got close to the door, he flew off and landed on the door frame and then hopped out onto the porch. A second later, he turned his head to look at me (I swear he raised his eyebrow) and then flew off into our lemon tree. I watched him for a few minutes to make sure he was OK, he seemed to be fine, and then he flew off to the telephone wire to hang out with his buddies.
Whew! What a bizarre, worry-some few moments!
OK… I am laughing about it now and thinking how funny I must have looked running around while this little bird was flying around the top of my studio. And I probably made it worse by running around to open all the doors and windows. I am not sure what kind of bird it was. (Where were all my bird watching friends when I needed them!) But I think it was a wren. Possibly a house wren? Because he flew into my “house”? 🙂
Have a wonderful, creative day!