Foul Fowl
Remember last September, when I told you about my Attic Bird?
And then later, when I lamented the damage done by the Furnace Nesting Bird?
(I have yet to tell you the story of the Chimney Roasted Bird.)
Well, my friends, today I bring you another tweet from the birdsong of my life.
(Seriously, my spirit animal is a bear, mmmkay? But I’m beginning to think that if I have a spirit nemesis, it’s a bird.)
SO.
We’re eating at Red Robin (another bird!), seated out on the patio, the only people there at the time, when we notice that we are not alone.
We have company.
Bold company.
Be-winged company.
Company that does not have anything even remotely resembling manners.
Company that, instead, seems to believe anything on our table is fair game.
In the space of approximately 25 minutes, the little rat-winged fucker black crow perched on the chair pictured above:
- flew arch-backed and dragon-winged, feet-out, under our umbrella in an attempt to steal my husband’s fried fish
- circled above then dive-bombed a french fry that the previous patrons had dropped on the ground approximately two feet away from my chair
- full-on attempted to attack my hair from the back
Nobody can ever accuse us of not being adventurous eaters.
And y’know…
I was a vegetarian for a decade. I added fish/seafood back into my diet a little over a year ago to combat my cholesterol. But it hasn’t occurred to me – I have, in fact, had no active desire – to eat any other kind of meat in almost 12 years.
Until now.
Now, I’m thinking fowl might become fair game.
Dinner.
It’s for the birds.
.
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For those of you who may be unfamiliar, The Bird’s The Word was a nonsensical song made popular by The Rivingtons in the 1960s. It’s one of the songs that was on my recently-posted-about and much-beloved childhood Looney Tunes album.
Haven’t you heard
About the bird
Don’t you know that the bird is the word
The one time I was in Florida, I was amazed at how aggressive the sea gulls were. My kids ran to keep away from them and wouldn’t eat anything at the beach. They were afraid of the birds.
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Seagulls – or “beach chickens,” as my husband calls them – are everywhere around here. There are a lot of old cartoons about “Don’t Feed The Bears” but really, you should never EVER feed birds.