I do have to say that I don't think I will be able to do Part 2 on my own. I'm going to need a little help from my friends...aka,
and Joshua Jackson.
Alright...some of you may want to stop reading the post after those two pictures.
My second encounter with birds, which has lead to my crippling fear of dead ones happened to be when they started showing up around my house as a child. We had a few cats when I was a child. One of the wonderful things about cats is that when they love you, they leave you gifts. These gifts can be any number of things. Mice, frogs, birds...etc. My cat liked to leave birds on the doorstep.
I really just tried to type in dead birds and could not look at the pictures...I am sorry!!! not that anyone is really that upset about it....but serious...GROSS!!
Let's just say I got a bird in my bed one time. Horrifying.
We also have a wood burning stove at my house. Every summer, when our stove was not in regular use...birds would make nests in the chimney and then fall into the smoke stack...thus making for a loud and drawn out, flapping death.
When the death was over...Joe, (my dad) would often open up the stove and take out what was left. One particular time, I scooting into the other room as he did this, he opened up the stove top and said..."Oh!" as two tiny birds flew out and into our basement. All of us ran around the room screaming and freaking out as these two birds flapped around our basement and our dogs and cats went wild. I don't really remember how we got the birds out of the house, but I don't think I was a part of it.
My roommate Laural and I have an agreement...I will kill all spiders if she will check the stove everytime we make a fire for dead birds. She has had to clean one out already...
The whole ordeal of birds being in the house reminds me of two of my favorite shows...(Sorry for the bad quality)
This summer, as I was helping my brother clean out his room, he said very quickly..."Uh, don't come in here." I said while walking in "Why, is there...OH MY GOSH!!!" and froze as I saw the dead bird our cat-like dog CHLOE had brought into his room as a gift.
I can't bring myself to search for or post pictures of dead birds in people's houses...but I am sure that you can all imagine what this might look like...I do not suggest typing "dead birds" into the search box....
This concludes (due to the fact that I can't post pictures of dead birds in houses) the second part of my Bird Phobia posts.
Soon to come our final installment...
Part 3: An unatural number of encounters with dead birds.