KL has been getting cooler recently, and I have enjoyed nice breeze as I opened my balcony door and let the air flows through.
I just finished my lunch yesterday when I heard a skittering sound on the ceilings. At first, I thought it was a bug or a dragonfly entered my unit from the balcony (a common occurrence), but I realized the sound was too loud for a bug. I put my attention away from episode 2 “Seoul Busters” and looked for the sound source — and there it was, a small bird perched on my ceiling lamp.
The bird was panicking, which, understandable. Imagine yourself as Jack, and you stumbled into a giant troll’s house after climbing a humongous beanstalk that happened to grow in your backyard overnight.
I tried to call the bird with an attempt that can be said as “whistling”, although it was more like a “blowing air and making squeaking noises.” The bird, might be offended because I might insulted them in bird language, fluttered to the guest room. Then, the chase started.
I closed the door so it was only me and the bird in a standoff. The bird scurried between the air conditioner unit and the curtains. I did open the windows, but the window panes are too low for the bird to realize that they could fly out from there (fun fact: Happens a lot, too, with bugs and anything that breathing and flying.)
At that point, my strategy was to tire the bird out so they will fly lower. I went back and forth, chased the bird, from one side to another. Cue Lil Jon & East Side Boyz’s “Get Low”.
To the windooooowwwww to the wall.
We need to put “bird chasing” as part of cardio because whew.
After an eternity (20 minutes), the bird started to getting tired. I noticed they flew lower, so I grabbed my foldable laundry basket and trapped them. I pulled my son’s shirt from the school event of “Fun Run” (“fun” and “run” should not be in the same sentence) and grabbed the poor terrified little friend.
The bird chirped loudly, emitted a protest. I muttered a mix of apologies (“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry”) and my mother instinct of scolding (“ha! See?! I told you! I told you it’s dangerous! You still do it! See?? Ah, do it more then! Do it more!”) while I ran back to the balcony and set the bird free. They flew immediately after, to my relief.
Also, I found some mushrooms on my wooden table in the balcony.
