This morning, after the Daughter and Youngest Son’s busses had picked them up and taken them to school and after we dropped the Eldest Son at his school we headed home. We packed up the Youngest Son’s crib and some other stuff and headed off to the storage locker to, well, store it. I know your asking why are we keeping it. Two words… garage sale. In the next few weeks we are gutting all of our stuff. I’m going to be sorting everything and decided what to get rid of and what we need to keep. The stuff that’s in good condition and we don’t need or want anymore is going to be sold.
So, we head home. The music is on. The sun is out and it is just a magnificient morning.
We turn onto our street and there is a bird in the middle of the road. The Hubby joking around steers our van towards the little bird, because everybody knows that the bird will fly up and away. No, the Hubby wasn’t speeding. We were traveling slow enough to give the little bird lots of time to fly away… only it didn’t.
Hubby slammed on the brakes and backed up. That was when we noticed that the little bird was standing there and his head was just sort of hanging. My first instinct was to jump out of the van and get the little guy to fly away. But then it dawned on me. The little guy just stood there. His head hanging, and let a car almost hit him without so much as a ruffled feather. The little guy was DEAD. So the heebie jeebies set in. I can’t get out of the van. There is a dead bird on the road. The dog notices the bird, and she is an avid bird hunter… not that she can catch the little things since she still needs to learn how to fly to accomplish that. So the dog is going crazy in the car, trying to figure out how to leap through the glass and get to the poor little dead bird. I’m sitting there in near hysterics because there is a dead bird on my street and it is still standing…
Hubby backs up, steers around the little guy and parks the car. He grabs the dogs collar so she can’t go after the poor little birdie and he heads for the house.
I on the other hand just can’t leave the poor little fellow in the road like that. So I head over to the bird to try and figure out what to do with it.
Suddenly his little eyes open, his head jerks up and he stares at me.
He wasn’t dead.. he was ASLEEP!!
He almost was dead, because he’s such an deep sleeper and decided to catch a few ZZZZ’s in the middle of the road.
He sat there looking at me for a few seconds then flapped his wings and leapt into the sky.
I wish I had my camera so that I could have snapped a shot of the little sleeping birdy on my road!!