We hosted a small fireside at our house on Sunday for the Young Men and Young Women in our ward. I mostly eavesdropped from upstairs, but I was still able to hear many wonderful and inspiring things. The topic was missions, and Nate scored big points with me when he mentioned an experience from his mission and said it was the happiest day of his life...besides the day I told him I would marry him. His words, not mine. :)
Well, the real excitement began AFTER the fireside. About half the guests had left when we got a late arrival:
A little Say's Phoebe flew into the house. I am assuming he knew he was among friends when coming into the Nye home. (Nate is an avid birdwatcher). There were screams and gasps and laughs. The poor things flew into the fan once. I thought it was so cute how concerned and calm Nate was.
We caught him eventually. He seemed to be okay. There were a few feathers strewn throughout the house. Although he was a dear little thing, I hope to never see him in my home again.