The kids are both at school. Taylor was ironing. I was busy buying music supplies online. So we were both in our bedroom and I heard some racket coming from London's room. I went to see what was going on and I found a bird. I have no clue how it got there. Her balcony door and screen were both closed and locked. Although windows were open to let cool air in this morning, all screens are intact. Weird. I have no idea how the bird got in. Taylor opened the patio door and the bird flew out. I hoped aloud that it didn't poop inside. It did. On her bed. Twice. It's possible there's more that I haven't found yet (since I can't really see through the clutter). I hope not. But for now, at least it made me change her sheets this morning.