Feb 18 1:41 PM

Working at my office desk, dog asleep in chair next to me. Music playing quietly.

Dog bolts upright.

Me: “what?”

Dog sprints out into den. I already have a feeling I know what it is.

Sure enough. Lost wren freaking out; bouncing against den window, flying back to (still) ceiling fan.

Open the front door, grab dog by the collar, wait 30 seconds for bird to figure out there’s an escape hatch now.

Out it goes.

I gotta remember to keep the back screen door closed if I leave the house door open.

  • the wrens