While we were here, gazing upon the face of Christ, the girls spied a bird that had somehow gotten into the building and began chasing him around the room. Pretty sure the bird almost had a heart attack, as did I when The Caterpillar climbed up on the furniture and tried to reach out over the balcony for him.  I wanted to stick around to see what happened when that bird perched himself on Christ's head, both to figure out who got the job of cleaning it off and so I could lead everyone in a rousing rendition of We Like to Perch on Scorsese's Head, but we didn't have that kind of time.