A VISITOR

When Tom and I got home last night we noticed what appeared to be bird poop on our kitchen island.  Couldn't figure how that got there because there weren't any other signs that a bird had been in the house.  BUT, as we walked around we saw other little droppings, mostly near windows.  But no sign of a bird?  We checked to see if our cat got a hold of it - nope.

Tom thought I was imagining things when I heard a wisp of noise behind the couch - checked the area thoroughly, under/behind the couch, coffee table, desk, nothing.  Then I noticed an area in the corner by a bank of windows where there were more droppings and a feather. . . that is when Tom noticed this in that same corner:

Poor little Wren looked scared, wasn't moving an inch even though we were moving around opening windows and doors right near it.  Tom gave it a little nudge - it made a brief landing on our pendant lights in the kitchen - one more nudge and it was out the kitchen window!!

Happy Ending!