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