Saturday, August 9, 2014
I left the screen door - open.
I captured the invader on camera.
I went out to do some weeding in the garden. The weather wasn't so cold out in the sun with no breeze blowing down the street.
I came in for the bucket, and mop, to wash some dust off of the car.
A fluttering movement in the lounge room caught my eye. There he sat on the photos. The Butcher Bird had let himself into the house looking for someone to feed him. Or her.
I grabbed my camera from the table to take a photo. Then I had to encourage him outside with food before it pooed, or knocked down some of the breakables.