March 15, 2005

An Omen?

This weekend was a fast and furious one indeed, involving reptiles and the vague threat of salmonella, death-defying bicycle stunts by boob-obsessed toddlers (and no, he wasn't breastfed until he was three, so move on), and very poor nights sleeping. For some reason, my brain waits until AFTER the workday is finished to come up with line after line of brilliant prose constructions that I should have included in the day's work but that alas! I didn't. And then of course I fall asleep and forget everything and the cycle starts all over again.

Anyway, on to the ostensible point of this post. Sunday morning we were awakened by a tap, tap, tapping noise. It seemed to be coming from the front porch. I went down the hall to inspect the front door and was greeted by a male bluebird who seemed intent on killing the window next to the front door. When he saw me, the bird flew off, only to reappear a few moments later at the window to our guest room. Psycho bird.

Feeling jovial, I said something about the bluebird of happiness paying us a visit. Then I noticed that said bluebird had pooped all over the Boy's bike helmet. When the bluebird of happiness craps on your bike helmet it's got to be an omen, right?

Incidentally, wouldn't that be a great title for a book of whining, self-indulgent essays?

The Bluebird of Happiness Crapped on my Porch; or, I Don't Know What I Was Expecting, but This Sure Ain't it.

Not that I expect to be forthcoming with a bunch of whining essays anytime soon, but if I ever do...I've got a great title!

Posted by Big Arm Woman at March 15, 2005 12:57 PM

He sees a male reflection and is driving it out of his territory. Presumably he first tries crown-feather raising, tail flicking and wing flicking on the reflection and is met with insults. Soaping the window is said to be the cure, or otherwise eliminating the reflection.

Posted by: Ron Hardin at March 15, 2005 02:38 PM

I'm no longer a toddler and I am still boob obsessed. It sounds like the blue bird was a bit of a boob come to think of it. Maybe it was a blue tufted booby.

I actually ended up on your site because I was looking for links about Linda Carter and Loni Anderson's Partners In Crime T.V. show and your site came up. Glad I dropped by. Bookmarking it now.

Posted by: Bernicky at March 15, 2005 08:03 PM