You have to wonder what kind of impact a mother has on her children. I am wondering that very thing myself, because an odd thing happened tonight that made me realize that my Mom had more influence on my thoughts than I ever thought.
So, anyway, she was raised Christian Science and was very superstitious. I don't know if those things go together. Might be that someone in her family was superstitious, or maybe just she was. But, she got in a fight with her Mom when she was nine, and that night her mother was killed. It devastated her for the rest of her life. She was orphaned and at sixteen went to live with an aunt. The poor woman had a horrible childhood.
But, anyway, she used to have these silly superstitions about things that really creeped me out as a kid and tonight one of them kicked in.
I was sitting at my computer reading email when my husband hollers out that a crow has flown into our house and is now residing in the living room. Most people would think of rescuing the crow, but my first thought was to call both my daughters.
Why you ask? Because my mom always said that if a bird flew into the house that someone in that house would die very soon. Ok, it's superstition, but I'm sitting at my computer in a panic. A bird once flew into our house when I was a kid, and that night one of my sister's friends was in a horrible car accident and got quite mangled up.
So, I was thinking of calling my oldest, who is away at college because any self-respecting mother would warn her children. Right? The conversation would have gone something like this.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. What's up?"
"Well, don't go out tonight. Don't drive anywhere. Don't get near a street."
"WHY?"
"Well, this bird flew in the house and..."
"Mom, you been drinking again?"
"How can you say that. I don't drink."
"Sure, Mom. Uh, so, you have finally gone over the deep end? You know, I worry about you and I always thought this would happen."
"No, I have not gone over the deep end! And I don't know how you can say that. Everyone knows that if a bird flies in the house that someone is going to die. It could be you, but don't take me seriously. Just don't blame me if you die, you heartless, ungrateful child!"
CLICK!
Anyway, after realizing that I really didn't want to have that conversation, I came to my senses, put the phone down, and rescued the bird. I took it to one of a few wildlife rescues in this country and the gal took him and said she could make him well.
We named him Carl.
They say he'll live, but I don't know about his friends. Right now, I have a flock of crows dive bombing my property. They travel in packs (?) of eight and all eight of them (well, seven now) are waiting for us to give up the captive bird.
I can hear them talking.
Crow #1: "Ok, so we're going in. They have Carl."
Crow #2: "Let's get the dog. That'll bring 'em to their knees."
Crow #3: "And the cat. They treat that cat like royalty."
Crow# 4, 5, 6,and 7: "Ok, on the count of three we're going in. Have no mercy."
This seige may go on for a while, so if I disappear, just think of the movie THE BIRDS.
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Poor crow. I know, they can be annoying birds, and they fly after the hawks and eagles and make their life miserable, but this poor crow. Do you think he flew into the house because he was sick, and he figured you were an animal person with two dogs, a cat, mice, and all the other animals, and you'd make sure he got well? What was wrong with him? He has to have been sick to fly into a house unless there was a window reflecting the light, and he thought he was flying in normal air.
Gail
Well, yes, he was sick. The wildlife rescue person told me he had trachaea worms and was having a hard time breathing. Apparently, they EAT the tissue in the trachaea. But she said she could make him well. And he was a fledgling, so she said it had to be his first flight.
The crows have left. But I dread morning. I just don't know what to expect when light breaks.
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