Sunday morning, I mowed the lawn and did a lot of hedging around the house. I took a short break inside to get some cool air and water and when I walked back out of the house (through the garage), I saw a bird chirping on top of my car.
Alright, that’s interesting. I called to the hubs to check it out and that’s when I noticed this.
The one on the car kept chirping and flipping out. The one on the step was silent and would not move. We walked right up to him and he didn’t budge. He just kept staring at us.
We briefly wondered if he was dead, but we could see his chest moving. Then we got worried because…well, isn’t this how it starts? You know, the end of the world. Don’t the birds attack first?
The only way to a killer bird’s heart is through his stomach. So, I threw bread at him.
He still didn’t move. It was creepy. I just wanted to avoid this.
After throwing all the bread at him, we did the sneak attack. And by sneak attack, I mean we went out the front door and walked around the house to the garage instead of stepping over him because we’re total wimps.
It’s like he’s waiting for the kill signal that only birds can hear.
Eventually we realized it was a scared baby bird who fell out of the nest and couldn’t fly yet. We guided him out of the garage to the mama bird that was waiting outside and making all kinds of commotion. It took about 30 seconds for the mama bird to give the baby some food and lead him across the street to the nest. It was really cute. But first it was totally creepy. But then definitely cute.