A Little Visitor

Saturday night BP came running out of the playroom all in a dither because "something was in the tree house." (The tree house was BB's birthday gift from us this year + the girls love it.) We snuck into the playroom and perched in the fake branches of the tree was a little bird. A real bird! It was doing its best to remain still despite the 5 of us staring at it + the girls getting all excited by its presence. Barefoot Dad grabbed some gloves, scooped it up, + released it outside. We figured it must have flown inside earlier in the day when the girls were playing outside + had left the door open. We all laughed so hard that it had been hanging out in the tree all afternoon.