Yesterday, I had just finished my first lesson as the new fourth Sunday Relief Society instructor. We gathered up the kids and our many church bags full of diaper, bottles, books, and teaching material, as we did our best to heard our crazy crew out to the car.
I dropped all the bags in a big heap in the car and turned back to find Joseph pouting by the church doors. Going back to get him, I teased him and chased him around a bit tyring to get him to go to the car on his own. (NOT an easy feat in 5 inch heels I might add)
Suddenly and without any warning, a swarm of birds dove right in front of me and pitched it high to try and make it above the church. It happened so fast I barely had time to flinch.
With a loud WACK I turned to find a little bird laying on the ground in front of the church doors. It took me by such surprise that I just stood there for a minute dumbfounded as the little birds eyes flew open and shut and its breathing was forced and shallow.
I really didn't know what to do. I didn't want to just leave it there but I obviously wasn't about to take it to a vet or home with me. Luke told me to just move it to the bushes but I was terrified to touch it.
What if it suddenly jumped up and bit me or pecked at me or something? But I finally gathered the courage. It didn't move at all as I moved it off to the side over to the bushes. With nothing else to do, we went home.
Luke was convinced it was a conspiracy, perhaps fowl play. (hahaha get it)
Kind of reminds me of a time as a young kid when I found an almost dead bird and begged my dad to give it a blessing and restore it to good health. LOL! Well, he wouldn't and I buried it in a shoes box in out backyard.
But it was first time experiencing the whole bird hitting the window thing. Have you ever seen something like that before? It was a little Alfred Hitchcock-ish.
Kind of reminds me of the time my dad came home from work with a dead bird stuck in his front car light....