Friday, June 23, 2006

Godspeed, little bird

I had the kids in the van, and we were on our way to get a birthday present for one of Queen Bee's little friends.

There was a small branch in the middle of the road (and I am not going to think about how MUCH it looked like an olive branch), with a mourning dove trying to eat some leaves off of it.


Well, guess who didn't get out of my way in time.

And it wasn't one of those bumps and I could act like I hit a pothole.The bird made a very physical attempt (i.e. he tried to FLY) at getting out of my way, and then there was the bump noise, and then ...

feathers flew up from in front of my van and up my windshield (if you have ever seen the movie Mars Attacks where the Martians blast those doves that were released as a symbol of peace ... that was what it looked like).

The Door Man has very much gotten into birds lately. I introduced him to the mourning dove about three weeks ago, telling him the story about if you hear a mourning dove, it could mean it will rain. He took a great fancy to them.

Luckily, I had Queen and the Monkey in the seat where she could see it all (the middle set of seats). But with that I got the narration of it all ...

Oh no! Get out of the way, little bird! Mommy ... do you see that bird? Are you going to hit...oh no, you hit that bird, Mommy. Where is it? (the morbid part of her wins through ALL the time, which makes it easier) Oh Mommy... do you know what kind of bird that was? That was a mo.....

SSSHHHHHH! Don't you DARE say what it was. I can't let the Man know I killed it.

We pulled into the parking lot of the specialty store where the Mominator was working, and as I walked past the front of my van, I looked to make sure the bird wasn't stuck to any part of my car. He wasn't.

But there was that lone feather, blowing through the parking lot.

3 Comments:

Blogger The "Mind" said...

Aww, poor birdie.

I once had a car that was a destined bird killer. A partridge, an unknown bird, and a half dozen little chickadees all committed birdicide with that car. The partridge was a loud thump and cracked my headlight casing.

The unknown bird was the silent one. I only discovered him when my friends cat was practically humping the front of my car pry him out of the grill.

The chickadees, like your bird, decided to fly at the last moment and we could hear them *plink, plink, plink, plink, plink, plink* hitting the underside of the car as we drove over them. Poor, stupid things.

11:39 AM  
Anonymous andrena said...

laughing at Sue: "poor, poor stupid things".. ha ha ha ha...

seriously though...that would've been traumatic for me...as many birds that have flown low in front of my car, I am always ducking them...or worried that I will hit them..

came via...causeisaidso!

3:11 PM  
Anonymous Robin said...

You bird killing bitch! Oh well, just tell em you learned it at VBS! Been drinking now, time for bed. Garage sale will come early.
Love you girl!
Tell your sweet pea husband thanks for keeping the rounders handy :)
cheers!

11:44 PM  

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