The Baby Bird Part Two

Cheep....Cheep....Cheep....
Once the class was silent, except for the furious rustling of pencil on test paper, it became apparent that a small bird had decided today was the day to sally forth and welcome the spring. It drove everyone nuts.
I once rented a basement apartment from a lovely couple that owned two small Yorkshire terriers. These were very nice dogs, unfortunately one of them suffered from some sort abandonment issue and barked when its owners were at work. The worst part about the dogs is when you think it is going to stop, but doesn't. The bird was the same, it sounded like it had stopped, but didn't. This did not sit well with an already riled up room full of children. I told them that there wasn't anything to do about it, the windows were too high for anyone to see outside, and try to ignore the high pitched annoyance. Cheep.....Cheeeep!
At around this time the IST, integrated support teacher, popped his head in to see how I was getting on. He seemed pleasantly surprised by the quiet focus of the group. I took this as a good sign, and was feeling pretty good about my apparent management skills. He crept up to the front of the class and asked how it was going.
I told him that it was pretty good, if the children had tried to light me on fire, I would have said it was going well, but such is the life of the substitute. I told him that the only real problem was the bird calling outside. The IST paused, and as if on cue.....Cheep!
The man took it upon himself to investigate, and peered out the high bank of windows. He turned, and having solved the mystery he called out to the expectant class...
"Hey guys, there's a baby bird that's fallen from its nest out here!"

As I replay that moment in my head, it gets more and more cartoonish. There is a pause as the students digest the information, and then SHOOMM! Dust flies up from the vacuum of air created by twenty-eight tiny bodies pasting themselves to the windows and walls to watch a real life drama unravel. That can't be what really happened of course, because in a vacuum there is no noise, the classroom was not. It was chaos. The IST, the progenitor of this mayhem, had left as quickly and as quietly as he had come leaving me to quickly abandon the tests, and pry children off chairs, desks, and heating registers.
It was 10:51, and I was in for an interesting day.