Ruckus

So this morning while Dave was getting ready to head out to work he left the front door open while loading his bags (sleeping stuff, extra uniform, lunch box) into the truck. I was in that weird sleep space where you're sort of aware but mostly in a dream haze when all of a sudden I hear Bosley start barking. Dave started shouting, "No, Bosley! No!"

And then I heard what sounded like flapping wings.

Hmmm. Curious, no? So I rolled over in bed and listened to the circus unfolding downstairs. From what I could tell, Bosley was all worked up over some sort of winged invader while Dave was trying to coax said interloper out of the house. My first thought was a bat. Why? Because we have a shat load of bats in the woods behind our house. Like bajillions of them. I see their beady little eyes staring at me from the treetops at night. They sort of creep me out but they cut down on the West Nile carrying mosquitoes so they're cool in my book. We're actually about to put up a bat house on the back of the house to encourage them to hang around. Yeah. We're weird like that.

Anywho. When Dave came up to give me my early morning smooch before heading out the door he explained a bird had flown into the house. Bosley immediately decided the invader needed to be chased around the living room. The bird, apparently, refused to fly out of the open door so Dave had to scoop him up and launch him out of the house. Sadly this is par for the course around here. It's like we have a poltergeist with a wicked sense of humor.

The early morning excitement had Bosley all riled up so he spent half an hour honking his pheasant and running up and down the stairs while I tried to fall back asleep. Sweet of him, huh?