I did not protect my young

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Major fear of birds. Bigtime.
So I am cleaning the kitchen and a bird flies in through the doggie door into the kitchen, perches in the pantry.
I scream, close all of the doors, tell the kids I am running to the neighbors. No one is home. My cell is in the kitchen.
At this point the bird flies through the butler's pantry into the house. I have closed all of the doors. The kids are in the front room.
I run, grab my phone and lock myself in the playroom.
The kids can't make a run for it, as the bird is now in the room next to them. What do they do? Hide under blankets with their heads poking out so they can watch a movie. When they hear the bird they cover their heads.
I called three neighborhood friends and finally Countess gets ahold of her husband and sends him over.
5 minutes pass, the cats think Nissan has killed the bird, I crack the door open between the playroom and the kids --the bird is standing there. The kids take cover and the bird starts squalking.
I think I am going to pass out. I am sweating profuseley. The Count pulls up, looks for the bird. I am kind of embarassed that I am telling him it is in the room with the kids, and they are under a blanket.
I manage to toss him a Barbie net, he opens a window and lets the bird go.
My kids come out from under the blankets dripping with sweat.
Ok-So I think I was able to process that it was my fear and the kids weren't in danger otherwise I would have rescued them.