I grabbed the fire pail next to the sink and started filling that sucker up. It wasn’t long after that the bird flew into the house. I was so distracted by it’s flapping that I completely forgot I was even holding a bucket half full of water. The splash echoed throughout the house. Even the bird seemed to stop flying for a moment to look at my drenched feet. At that point, there wasn’t anything I could do but laugh.

I sat in the water utterly defeated. I don’t even really know why. I probably should have got back on track, but that moment just tickled me to the core. Besides, it was too hot anyway. The water was so nice and refreshing. I mean with the building across the street lighting up the neighborhood, I needed all the laughs I could get.

Right about then that goofy bird sat down right next to me. I stared at it for a little while and then decided I could use some company in my bird bath. We had a good time right at that moment; sharing a chuckle and good cool down. Nothing mattered for a second.

Then the bird died.

I’ll miss you old friend.