04/02/2024
Current Mood.
Little known fact about me: I hate birds. All of them. Eagles, flamingos, ostriches, wild turkey, and especially blackbirds and swallows. Hate them.
Let me paint the picture….it all stems back to my childhood…we had a real fireplace and the birds would fly down the chimney (I’m sure there was some trap that Dad just hadn’t installed) and into our house. The crazed birds, finding themselves suddenly in an unfamiliar indoor universe that they somehow tunneled into, would fly wildly through the house. Clearly crazed, swooping and diving at anything they could in an attempt to get back to their world. Three girls screaming hysterically like only three girls can. One broom waving mom. They would eventually spot some window light and fly full force to the window and repeatedly attack it head on trying to get out. Ultimately resulting in bird su***de where their limp bodies would fall to the carpet and leave us standing there staring like some small children in the beginning of a horror film.
So, see, it’s very normal that I have nothing for them. HOWEVER, they do photograph well :) So, maybe we can rekindle our friendship in my adulthood. I’m desperate. My teenage children are not about photos. Here I am. With the birds.
