Taylor: Hey, how did the baby bird get in our dog pen?
Rusty: I've been wondering the same thing. Last week Jan let Marcus outside, saw the bird and decided Marcus needed to come back inside right away.
Marcus: Yes, I was walking down the steps and Jan suddenly said, "Marcus - she calls me Marcus -
Taylor: Of course she does. That's your name.
Marcus: She said, :"Marcus, let's go back in the house."
"But I have to pee," I said.
So I dutifully went back in the house and sat for hours with my legs crossed
Taylor: It was only for a short time, Marcus. Jan went outside to take some pictures.
Baby bird: Mama, where are you? How did I get here? Where am I? Who is this crazy person following me around telling me to smile for the camera?
Taylor: Baby looked dazed and lost. Did he fall out of a nest in our tree or did his mama kick him out and tell him not to come back until he graduated flight school?
Rusty: I begged to go outside to help him, but Jan hooked the screen door to lock me inside.
Marcus: He wandered around the pen, hopped a little, flapped his wings here and there, and looked around a lot. At first I thought he'd dropped his nest keys, but then I realized he was lost. If I didn't have to keep my legs crossed, I could have taken him a map.
Taylor: What happened to him? Did his mom ever show up?
Rusty: Not that I know of. He slowly made his way across the pen, stopping here and there to practice lift off, flapped through the chain link, landed and disappeared around the neighbor's tree.
Marcus: And finally I was allowed outside to pee!
Taylor: I hope Baby is okay. Perhaps he'll come back and visit us again.
Marcus: I hope so. I'd like to invite him to lunch.