"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".
I can't say that anymore.
Chalk that up to the sex-ed classes I never took..........
And it isn't even spring..........