I am a bird killer.

This post does not need a photo…further, it SHOULD NOT have a photo.
The photo where there is this lone little feather stuck to the grill of my van as my cousin takes care of the mess just isn’t required.
I posted once before about my horrible track record with nature.
There is no hyperlink because what fun is that? Why not search back through if you are REALLY curious? Odds are it is of little consequence, so there you go:)
I can sum it up by telling you that I have quite by accident ended the life of more than one creature…sometimes in an effort to save a little life.
It just isn’t my thing…like not having a green thumb, only a bit more socially frowned on.
I am a kind and gentle girl. Ending a life really bothers me…A LOT!
The day that damn squirrel jumped out in front of me and I had no time to swerve – lo it was a very very bad scene that played again and again in my head…thump…thump…thump…you get the idea.
Here is the horrible thing about killing a bird the other day…I didn’t even know that I did it!
The kids and I were on our way to a family gathering.
Good conversation…taking in the view…nice trip all the way around.
We arrived, got out and were standing around visiting when my cousin asked me if I realized I killed a bird.
I look at my van, only to see a creature of flight crucified on my grill in a horrible cartoon sort of way. It was very dramatic.
Now, my dad is standing near by…my cousin suggests I might want to take care of this before the kids see…I say, “ahhhhh” and then, “Daaaaaad!”
He turns, glances at me, then at my van…and goes right on back to his visit. Seriously???
Just because I am grown does not mean in any fashion that deep down inside, a piece of his foot stomping, teenage, big shot, told you so boss of the world does’t still exist.
So, I guess, watching me look between my dad’s back and the dead bird and back again, and then hearing my mama say, “OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO” or something like that, my wonderful cousin took pity on me and headed for the soiled Town and Country.
It was a tricky clean up to be sure…even had to pop the hood…seems the grill cut that bird directly in half, and its posterior fell into my engine…great.
My life saver was kind enough to get the bird ass out so I didn’t hear an odd sound of another unpleasant variety as we drove home.
Nothing gets by MC, so he was over in no time to check out the dead bird pieces. Super.
As we drove home I checked in with my mama and she was kind enough to let me know that the bird was not just a pesky sparrow, but some pretty flicker variety and isn’t that too bad.
It’s is really too bad…and quite a shame as well.
Sorry you flew in front of my lethal Town and Country little flicker…hope it was quick and painless.

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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1 Response to I am a bird killer.

  1. Mom says:

    Who would ever a thought that my sweet little girl would grow up to become a bird killer? (tears)

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