Because a baby bird got into the house somehow (upstairs? through the attic? into the room remodel?) late Saturday afternoon and was chirping loudly, Coco ran up and corralled it down the stairs and into a corner of the front entryway.
Because Coco tried to pick it up, the baby bird ran under the piano, which is in the front entryway.
Because Daddy tried to move the piano to get to the baby bird, there were a lot of dust bunnies and lost items that had fallen behind it exposed.
Because Daddy captured the bird with a collectible slurpee cup and disposable food container lid and put it outside, little girls were distressed that Zephyr would get it.
Because it was time to go to Grandma and Grandpa’s for dinner, so that Mommy and Daddy could have a date night, the bird was left to survive in the wild.
Because the piano was askance, Mommy decided to vacuum and rearrange, and move it to the other wall.
Because that worked out, she moved the screen to make a little practice area for the upcoming piano season.
Here is what it looks like on the other side.
All because of a baby bird.