Monday, February 4, 2008

Sing along with me....


"Birds do it..bees do it...even educated fleas do it...let's do it...let's fall in love"

Yes, that is an old song and many of you won't remember the tune..it's like da dada da dada dadadadaddaa dada...

OK, sounds like that in my head...

Anyway, Saturday morning Mr. B took me out to breakfast. My mostest favorite meal to eat out.
After a wonderful breakfast of creamed chip beef over biscuits and crispy bacon (can you hear my arteries slamming shut??) we drove home through the snow.

By this time, the snow had stopped, it was piled high, with the new snow on top, all fresh, white and clean.

Which is probably why we spotted him....a black bird in the snow. In the gutter across the street from our house. As we turned into our driveway, Mr. B said, "Well bless his heart.."

He was flapping around and looking trapped. The bird. Not Mr. B.

I thought it looked like his wing was broken because he was just flapping one - in the snow-
Was he hurt? Was there something I could do?

As I left the cab of the truck and started to cross the street, Mr. B said "Be careful -he could be hurt...or sick..."

But I was on a mission to save this little bird. He was still thrashing around and looking quite helpless.

I was already thinking I had a cage and all...OK, I'll have to take out the artificial plant ... and clean it up and get some seed and a little bell & a swing....put newspaper down in the bottom - oh- I'll have to get a newspaper - I don't think we have any..what are those bone-things? Oh yeah, cuddle-bones. What a cute name! And a mirror! I wonder if he can sing?? But, I could "save" him, right??

As I approached quietly and carefully.............................all of a sudden I saw 2 heads pop-up and they looked me square in the eye as if to say....

"Hey Lady, do you mind????"

Oh. My. Heck. I had interrupted a trist...a lovemaking session.

They flew away, grumpy and angry...I'm certain of it.

I was mortified. I covered my eyes and ran across the street (not something I would recommend, by the way) only to find Mr. B laughing his head off.

OK, so I tried to save the bird. My intentions were good if not my timing.

And actually, I had never seen "birds do it".

Not once.

I can't say that anymore.

Chalk that up to the sex-ed classes I never took..........

And it isn't even spring..........
-me

5 comments:

Pen Pen said...

LOL... your heart was in the right place, you were going to save the bird! I've never seen birds do it either. See, we are never too old to learn new things!

Anonymous said...

We fed valley quail in our yard in Boise for years...had a flock of about 125 at one time...they always came for the feed. When they "mate", the male grabs the female's topknot and yanks on it; her poor little head is being yanked up and down, up and down; must be most uncomfortable, but it works. They would bring their babies to feed all spring. Loved to watch for the little ones. Betty

Brenda said...

LOL that is so funny. Something I would have never thought of. Guess they had to warm up some how.
Breakfast out is my fav. too

Penny @ Lavender Hill Studio said...

LOL!! What a fun story~ I do remember that song....ages me huh? What a great heart you have for trying to save that bird....
Hugs,
Penny

THE TATTERED NEST said...

I have never seen that either! wow. to funny.Watch for cars! girly... I love the image of the birds you posted today...is that a old post card? can I copy it? it would look great on my blog...