Thursday, March 8, 2012

A Bird In The Hand...

Yesterday, while I was getting ready for work I heard a strange noise coming from the kitchen. That's when I found this:
You may have me now, but the joke's on you when you see what I left in your hand.

A Ground Dove. I don't know that much about birds but I could tell it's young. It came in through an open window and was freaking out a little because it felt trapped. It fluttered around until it ended up stuck in a waste basket.

Coincidentally, My post on Sprocket Ink today is about a trapped bird. Only, this is about one that got away. Click on the SI badge to the right to see what I'm talking about.

13 comments:

  1. Awwww! Just in time for your wife's next batch of pastelles!
    *evil laugh*

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    1. Wait. It gets better. If we wait until Christmas, I'll be full grown.

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  2. You washed your hand afterward, right. Right?

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    1. Um... Yeah! Um. Totally! Like I'd forget something like that.

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    2. I figured you would. I just happen to have a mild phobia of diseases carried by birds... Not sure where it comes from.

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    3. Let's say, just asking here, someone doesn't wash there hands after holding a bird. What diseases are we talking about?

      Strictly out of curiousity (nervous chuckle)

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  3. You found a hand! That's so awesome.

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    1. Yeah. Still don't know what that bird was doing there though.

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  4. We had the same thing happen last fall.

    Except it was a bat.

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    1. Yes, but ungrateful. The thing never even *tried* to thank me when I let it fly out the window.

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  6. Hubby and I spent a very hot and sweaty hour in the garage once. No, it wasn't some kinky fetish, we were trying to capture a baby bird stuck in there, while it's parents were waiting outside going crazy.

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