Our Almost house pet

This afternoon Gareth had an encounter with the wild life that reminded me that we have only ourselves to help us in a bind.  Since we do not have air conditioning in the main parts of the house, we leave windows open everywhere.  In the kitchen we have a huge glass window that does not open with a large slim vertical window right next to it that does open.  It seems we have a smart bird that has been flying in the window and eating on the bananas in the fruit bowl on the table.  (I had been thinking Gareth was eating a piece out of the side of the bananas and putting them back in the fruit bowl.) 

Gareth scared the bird during a trip into our kitchen.  Instead of flying back out the open window, the bird started beating himself against the large glass window.   I started thinking of who I could call for help, no one.  Therefore I had to do something.  I went around to the maid entrance to the kitchen sand tried to shoo the bird into the living room that has large glass doors that open onto the balcony.  No such luck.  Then I tried grabbing him with a towel.  The bird acted like he was going to bite me, and I freaked, did a jumping dance and screamed.  I just kept thinking either go ahead and kill yourself or get smart and fly out the correct window.  I knew I was going to end up with a maimed bird and a child who was watching.  I guess my scream bothered the bird because he sort flapped over to the pantry shelf.  He was standing kinda crucked and was holding his mouth open.  I got Gareth to join me between the bird and the glass window.  We stood there flapped kitchen towels looking like idiots , so the bird would not try to window again.  I guess the bird got undazed enough and flew out the balcony doors.  As I looked out the window he was kinda hobbling on the edge of the balcony.    I just knew he was broken.  After a while he flew off. I immediately went on the balcony and closed the window.  I would rather sweat to death in the kitchen than go though that again.