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.