Jaws of death
Jan. 22nd, 2004 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
newschickMy cat kicks ass. There was a moth flying around the apartment just now. After much walking after it making little yippy noises, Seamus jumped about two feet in the air and caught the damn thing in his mouth in midair. My cat rules!!
In other flying news, there was a starling trapped in the ceiling at work today. I heard scraping sounds up above the newsroom this morning. At first I thought it was bits of ceiling falling down, then saw something through the vent and thought it was a mouse. It was pretty big though, so I figured it was a rat. Kind of creeped me out - pet rats are all fine and good, but rats in the newsroom is kind of icky. But then it stopped, and flapped its wings. Now no rats I know have wings so with my mind-bogglingly strong powers of deduction I realized it was a bird. Jarek, our engineer came, closed the door, took one of the ceiling tiles out, and down swooped this poor terrified starling. Jarek caught it, petted its little head, and took it outside. Jarek is my hero. :D
In other flying news, there was a starling trapped in the ceiling at work today. I heard scraping sounds up above the newsroom this morning. At first I thought it was bits of ceiling falling down, then saw something through the vent and thought it was a mouse. It was pretty big though, so I figured it was a rat. Kind of creeped me out - pet rats are all fine and good, but rats in the newsroom is kind of icky. But then it stopped, and flapped its wings. Now no rats I know have wings so with my mind-bogglingly strong powers of deduction I realized it was a bird. Jarek, our engineer came, closed the door, took one of the ceiling tiles out, and down swooped this poor terrified starling. Jarek caught it, petted its little head, and took it outside. Jarek is my hero. :D
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Date: 2004-01-22 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-22 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-22 09:36 pm (UTC)My Bird Story: By Stacey Thompson (Delorme)
(ahem)I had a pet starling once... when I pumped gas at an Esso in Fergus, I found it in the garage, and the mother had died. At least it was summer, so this baby bird wouldn't freeze. We made it a nest, fed it bugs and worms and kept it at the gas station. I named it "Esso". We even taught it to fly by tossing it gently onto things like pillows or the counter. This little feather head would hop/fly onto my bosses shoulder, which he didn't like, but he tollerated it anyway. Then, one day, the little thing flew away... forever. True story.
The End.
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Date: 2004-01-23 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-23 08:13 am (UTC)