Sunday, May 22, 2011

I See A Bad Bird A-Rising

I'm in denial. I'm telling myself that there are no such things as omens. Just wacky coincidences. Wacky coincidences that showed up a day late for the predicted apocalypse.

We went to The Pony's band concert this afternoon. It was a grand exhibition of 6th through 12th grade musicianship. The #1 son acted as a paid photographer with his expensive personal camera. That boy's got more irons in the fire than a blacksmith at a wrought-iron sculptor's convention.

On the way home, just before turning off the county highway, a big bird circled over the road. I'd like to think it was a hawk. Sometimes we see pairs of them circling over the river. But never so low, over the road, as we drove under.

About a half mile farther, having turned from the county highway onto the county road, we passed within five feet of a giant bird. He had been sitting in a yard, but spread his expansive wings and hoisted himself into the air as we passed. He had a red, rubbery head. That's a vulture, in case you're not versed in the ways of Hillmomba.

While hacking up some supper, I amassed a pile of strawberry stems. Farmer H's chickens are always foremost on my mind. They do love a treat tossed off the porch each evening. I took the tops outside and commenced to flinging. When I turned to re-enter the Mansion, I spied a prize. It was courtesy of Ann the shepherd and Tank the beagle, a regular tag team of killers. The gift they had bestowed was a rabbit. Make that one-third of a rabbit. The head and shoulders, to be specific. I don't know why they always start eating the butt first. I think they eat it while it's alive. I caught the cats doing that once. Animals can be so cruel. They're such animals.

I'm sure this trio of wacky coincidences signifies nothing. Nothing at all.


Mommy Needs a Xanax said...

I know the feeling. We have a bunch of black crows living in our yard now. They've been here for a few weeks, kah-kah-kawwwing all the time. Very creepy to have a harbinger of death just move in.

knancy said...

Better weather alway brings the crazies out in my neighborhood and it's in the smack dab center of the city. OMG - talk about animals, humans can't be beat for cruelty.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Okay, the head and shoulders of the rabbit made me gag a little.

Mommy Needs a Xanax said...

You didn't get blowed oft in the tornado did you? At one point I had a sense of what part of Missouri you were in but I can't keep it straight. Every time I hear of something happening in MO I wonder if it was near you.

Hillbilly Mom said...

As The Pony would call them, har-bringers of death. The tornado didn't make it this far. I'm on the other side of the state.


Yeah. Humans can be such animals, too.


Oh, come on! It's not like you had to taste it! Toughen up, Buttercup. That's nature on my front porch. Oh, and I left it there. No use to fling it into the yard. They'll just carry it back the minute I go inside.

Josh Hoyt said...

That is so interesting probably nothing but maybe. You better be careful :)It is interesting how life is though and the things that we notice. You have a great way of writing.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Thanks. Just so you know, yesterday morning I was confronted by a strange possum, last night I had to fetch a hideous, hairy-legged cricket from the bathroom sink, and this morning the pickup truck right in front of me ran over a black cat. Nature is out to test me.

Josh Hoyt said...

This may not be coincidence :D

Hillbilly Mom said...

I tend to think the black cat incident was overkill.

On the flip side, there were no animal incidents today. Just tornado warnings and a metal chair that flew 25 feet.