Peeping Tom

Earlier tonight, I tried to get into my car to leave my house to go and get a bite to eat, but something startled me. There is a bird in my garage. How he got in, I have no idea. And to make matters worse, he’s found a little nesting spot in a roll-up shade that hangs in my garage, which is located in the top of the garage on the side where I have to get into my car. If he doesn’t mess with me, I won’t mess with him.