She Came in Through the Bathroom Window

A bird flew into my bathroom this morning.  She gave me a quite a start when I entered the room and heard her fluttering about. The bird brain thought about nesting in my drying lingerie before trying to escape through a skylight.

I'd carelessly left the window open after taking some photos of pink blossoms. But really the mistake was all hers.

The moral of the story is don't fly into every open window, especially when the beauty of the tree outside trumps the beauty of the woman inside with the broom.

She came in through the bathroom window/
Protected by a silver spoon/
But now she sucks her thumb and wanders/
By the banks of her own lagoon

"She Came in Through the Bathroom Window"
--J. Lennon, P. McCartney