
My encounters with birds have been few. Except for me saving the birds that have smacked into my windows from my outdoor cat, who probably would have loved to attack them, most of these encounters have not ended well.

I woke up this morning with a mouse in my bed. A mouse isn’t something I want in my bedroom, especially not in my bed. Granted, it was already dead, and that is preferable to it being alive and running around. I’m assuming it was already dead when it ended up under the covers. And at least it wasn’t right next to me. Still, I will be changing my sheets today.