The Birds

Never seen the movie, but I've heard enough to know my life is living it. Last night, while Amy and Scott were babysitting, Amy told me she thought Layla killed a bird. I brushed it off, thinking I'm sure she just went after one. This morning (conveniently after Jared left, of course) Layla HAD to go outside. I let her out while I took care of Dakota. She scratched at the door wanting in, I walked over, and there she was, looking at me with a DEAD BIRD IN HER MOUTH WANTING TO BRING IT IN AND SHOW IF OFF. I screamed, told her to drop it and she ran inside, all muddy. Pushing away the mental picture of a dead bird on my porch in my head, I quickly gave Layla a bath, trying to wash the rabid bird germs off her body. There was no way I was going to allow her to give me a kiss anytime soon!

I called Jared on his way into work. He told me to get his gloves, put it in a bag and throw it in the trash can. Then he decided he didn't want the trash stinking, so instead, to toss it over the fence. I got off the phone with him and had to pump myself up for a good 3 hours before I went out to complete the task. Well, long story short, the bird is now resting peacefully over the fence. And I need a new bottle of soap since I used the entire thing aftewards.

Now I have the nest in the front to deal with. The baby birds have decided to take up flying for the first time and keep knocking their bodies into the glass window above the door. OY. Maybe if I get lucky, they will just kill themselves so I don't have to bury them in the back.