Call Hitchcock

I got a bit of a surprise today when, after I finally finished clearing a set of ruts up the driveway, I went to change out of the jeans that had developed a crunchy coating of snow, salt, and kitty litter dust. There was a bird perched on the windowsill--inside. I have no idea how a sparrow got into the house at all, much less how it got to the back bedroom. After a quick primer on the Treaty on Indoor Wildlife, I pulled a screen off a window and let it find its way out. The cats were apathetic toward the entire situation.