"Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father."Last Saturday evening we hear some birds chirping above our dryer. Great. The next day we call emergency maintenance phone number of our complex, and after some back and forth calls between this person and the repair guy, the repair guy decides this isn't an emergency, so it'll have to wait until Tuesday, when the office opens again.
By Monday we hear some chirping and occasional fluttering from behind our dryer, where the dryer vent tube connects to the dryer. It then becomes eerily quiet by Tuesday.
Come Tuesday morning I notify the office staff of the problem, and they say the maintenance guy will get on it when he can.
So I wait all that day for him to come. Then the next day. Then the next day. Then the next day. By the Friday afternoon I go to the office and tell them I'm this close to calling the county health dept. about (possibly) dead birds in the walls of our house, and a nest in the vent leading out of the side of the building. They say that they normally have 4 maintenance guys working, but three are not working right now for various reasons, so they just have one guy on duty. He finally shows up a half hour later, and removes the mite-infested nest from the vent, and then dumps out the dryer vent tube, revealing two dead baby sparrows.
Then a few hours later in the evening I come across Matthew 10:29, which states "Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father." Never has the good book been more physically literal in my life. Except maybe the Talking Donkey Incident of '02.
