This morning I was doing laundry along with about 20 other things. When I moved the basket something darted away and gave me a bit of a fright. Great, mice in the basement. Get the hammer.

But it wasn’t a mouse. It was a small, fat, sparrow. The little character just made a noise and looked up from the corner where it had run to hide. I laughed and said hello. Much nicer than a mouse. We get birds in the basement about every five to seven years. I never know how they get in there but I usually find the dried out body weeks later. It’s much nicer to find them alive.

Chirpy decided not to stay put and instead ran to the other side of the basement. I grabbed a beach towel and followed. Speedy little critter, it took me a few tries and then Chirpy vanished.

One of the great things about hearing loss is that you’ll never get to find a sparrow in the basement based on the clicking as it runs along. So I just sat on the steps and said a prayer. I asked Jesus to let Chirpy know that no harm would come to him, but that I wanted to capture him and free him outside.

Moments later I heard chirping across the room. I walked over with my towel and got within two feet. I gently dropped the towel on Chirpy, wrapped him up and walked up the stairs.

I set the towel on the back step and opened it up to free my new friend. He waited a moment or two and flew across the neighbor’s yard to sit in the bushes and look back. I shook out the towel, said another word of thanks, and went back inside.

He really does care about each sparrow as well.

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