On Friday just before 3 pm I was at my desk in the bedroom, preparing for a Zoom call with a client in Canada. As I sat reviewing my notes, I thought I heard a noise from the living room, but when I looked I didn’t see anything amiss.

When I went to the washroom just before the appointed time for the call, I found a baby pigeon had found its way in, probably through the kitchen window, and was now frantically flying all around the washroom! I don’t mind birds, but I don’t want to share my space with them and they unnerve me when they are fluttering around in close confines.

I opened the window, but the bird was so panicked it couldn’t find its way there, and instead hid behind the toilet bowl and the bidet. Someone else might have picked it up gently and helped it out the window, but I was not interested in doing that. I banged about making noise in the vicinity but it wouldn’t come out. I decided I’d better stop before the poor thing had a heart attack — besides, it was past time for my call!

So I left the window open, gently closed the door and left. An hour later when my call was over, I gingerly opened the door to investigate — and it had gone! Thank goodness. That kind of visitor I don’t need!