Tuesday, July 3, 2012


Today I was a hero. While whatsapping with Peter who sat in the train, a giant moth flew into our living room. But when it nested itself on the curtains, I discovered it wasn't a moth, but a young, tiny sparrow. Cute! That's what I thought. Food! That's what the boys thought. 

So I walked up there, grabbed the little guy with one hand, took pictures with my other hand and escorted him outside.  When I released him, he instantly flew back to the tree across our appartment and there he had a loud discussion with his parents about flying into other people's homes.

1 comment:

J@v@JuNKo said...

Delivery for cats! Lucky bird!!