This morning there was a baby starling in the bathroom. Very cute but very confused. It was cute and I was confused. The first hint of it’s presence was when it pecked my bare foot.

I scooped up the bird and placed it in the window sill. The bird refused to fly away through the open window. A few nudges later we were still playing chicken.

My method for resolving low impact problems is to let them fester for awhile. If it’s still an issue then I’ll deal with it. Unfortunately, the starling has read my play book, because it was in the window 5 minutes later.

It was time for Lecter.

sam: Hello Clarice.
starling (twitches) : chirp.
sam : You think if you sit in my window sill forever, your mother will stop screaming?
starling (twitches again)
sam: Better fly home to mama now.
starling flies away.