Thursday, May 17, 2007
birds
Over the past year, birds have become a new interest of mine. I painted a purple one and it hangs on my wall. We have a spotted ceramic pigeon that sits on top of the television. Our shalt shakers (yes, plural) are two big-eyed owls that I found at an estate sale. I think my next tattoo will either be a dove or an owl.
Still, birds have been a little odd lately. I'm worried that I'm in Hitchcock's story and that we will have to hide out behind reinforced doors until our food supplies dwindle enough to force us to brave the open air.
At my parents' house the other day, two birds were fighting in our lawn. A little one was hopping around on the ground, while the larger one was flying a few feet off the ground and trying to gouge it with its beak. For some vague reason, it really creeped me out. My mom and brother shooed them away.
I was stopped at a red light in my car a day or two later, and I looked out my window to see a bird hovering outside of my window. It kept on moving in these frantic, agressive jerks and seemed to be trying to attack me through my window. As a testament to the cleanliness of my car (go ahead, laugh), at one point I jumped and dived to the side because I thought for a second that my window was down and that I was about to be a victim of a killer bird attack. After regaining my composure, I looked around, and it seemed like there were a few birds that were having some sort of aerial rumble on all sides of my car. Nobody else seemed to notice or care.
Just a second ago, there was a bird perched on a stop sign, puffing its chest and looking downright menacing. I'm probably not being fair, because a week ago I might have just thought she looked cute.
Maybe next week.
Still, birds have been a little odd lately. I'm worried that I'm in Hitchcock's story and that we will have to hide out behind reinforced doors until our food supplies dwindle enough to force us to brave the open air.
At my parents' house the other day, two birds were fighting in our lawn. A little one was hopping around on the ground, while the larger one was flying a few feet off the ground and trying to gouge it with its beak. For some vague reason, it really creeped me out. My mom and brother shooed them away.
I was stopped at a red light in my car a day or two later, and I looked out my window to see a bird hovering outside of my window. It kept on moving in these frantic, agressive jerks and seemed to be trying to attack me through my window. As a testament to the cleanliness of my car (go ahead, laugh), at one point I jumped and dived to the side because I thought for a second that my window was down and that I was about to be a victim of a killer bird attack. After regaining my composure, I looked around, and it seemed like there were a few birds that were having some sort of aerial rumble on all sides of my car. Nobody else seemed to notice or care.
Just a second ago, there was a bird perched on a stop sign, puffing its chest and looking downright menacing. I'm probably not being fair, because a week ago I might have just thought she looked cute.
Maybe next week.
# posted by Anna : 7:55 PM
