Last week, Thursday, I was driving on the country road. I approached three birds. I didn't worry or slow down much, as birds "get it" and they fly away. I approached them and sure enough, they flew... except one wasn't so fast. No spring chicken, this bird! So, I hit him.
All I hear is this noise -- "whoomp" -- and I cringe. Realizing I hit the bird because he couldn't follow his friends fast enough. Bummer. I don't think much about it. I figure he is dead on the road and it's the result of living in the country. We all have to face those!
Friday, I am running some errands, and I go around the front of my car (who ever does that?)...and there, stuck in the grill of my car, is the bird mentioned above. Oh my gosh -- a bird stuck in my car! How is this happening to me?! I can handle it though, I figure...so I try to get the bird unstuck and out of my grill, but it's stubborn, apparently. (I only tried so hard before I decided it was gross).
Next best thing is to send Josh a text: "I might have hit a bird, and it might have gotten stuck in the grill on my car. If that is the case, can you help me get it out?" I knew he would laugh at me but this was serious. A bird was all up in my grill!!! He agreed to help because I was cute in asking and he felt sorry for me...and he's a country man, so I figured he had more experience with animals (remember the raccoons?!).
When I got home, I didn't want to park my car in the garage -- I had no idea if dead birds would smell (remember the skunk?!). We didn't have time to deal with dead bird before getting out of town and we were taking Josh's car anyway. He offered to put the car away but I felt like a dead bird in the garage was not a good idea.
Sunday, we come home, and as we are pulling into the farm, Josh says he will get the bird taken care of, as we both almost forgot. We pull alongside my car. I look. No bird. Gone. Nothing.
He laughs -- says an animal must have taken care of it. I am stunned, just staring at the car (and he knows it was there because he saw it on Friday). What? An animal...came close to our car (which is near the house), pulled dead bird out of the grill, and took it away for us? No way. This is not even possible. I said, "Surely not. I am sure your Dad saw it and just helped us out." Josh said "Maybe, but I don't think so. I think it was an animal." I just keep saying "Are you kidding?" Even as we are walking into the house, I am in disbelief about an animal coming to take this bird carcuss off my hands.
We saw Jimmy, my future father in law, that night. I ask him about said bird...he says no. Never saw it. Oh my gosh... seriously?! This is crazy...
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