Several years ago I hung my hunting pants up by the suspenders on the front porch to "air out" over night. The next morning at o'dark-thirty as I was stepping into my pants to hit the woods again a small bird, which had decided to roost in my pants for the night, came fluttering up and out! HOLY MOLY!
I don't know who was scared the most, me or the bird, or the dog. The bird was squeeling, I was yelling choice profanities, and the poor dog was yelping after he banged his head on a piece of patio furniture trying to get out of the way! I fell off the porch into the holly bush (ouch!), rolled onto the ground, and got mud all over me because it had been raining.
Now that was a HOOT!!!