I’d just closed the blinds and was winding down to take a nap today when a small dark bird appeared out of nowhere and flew across the living room. I immediately opened the back door and front doors, creating two doorways of light in an otherwise darkened room. I was going to shoo him out with a broom when he flew out the back door on his own. He was so fast and it was so dark in the living room, I didn’t see what kind he was. Cardinal or wren sized, he did not chirp and with wings spread he looked like a fluffy ball fluttering by. He must have come in thru Benny’s torn screen in the office window, or when I had the front door propped open earlier as I pulled the cardio rider inside.   The superstition is that if you find a bird in your house, important news is on the way.  Birds have a long history with superstition as they come from the sky, and spend their lives between the earth and heaven.  Earlier this week, I’d had a vision of Sai Baba and Amma in IHOP.  I consider a bird flying into the home a sign of good luck, a gift from the heavens.