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Tuesday, May 3, 2011

And He Was Gone

I rose from the bed and stumbled into the kitchen to drown my first bottle of water.

I crinkled up and sniffed - my nose smelled something beginning to be bad.

I know this in my I've smelled things before that begin and end bad kind of way.  Only a mama kind of way.

My nose is an expert.  Age may be claiming some of my sense of hearing and seeing, but my nose is compensating.

It smelled bad, I poked my head in a room and sniffed.  I decided the birdcage needed cleaning and dragged her out of bed to do it now.

It wasn't the birdcage, but I'm afraid you won't believe me if I tell you what it was.

Now turned into an hour later and I sat that cage - with the bird still in it - on the front porch.

Sandra and Emily came and friends and webkinz occupied my girl's time and I continued to sniff and wonder why is it still lingering in the house?

Time right now for the cleaning I announced in my best Don't You Dare Put This Off Another Minute mama's voice.

Do you ever think that there are times that you should not have to spell everything out to then discover that you should have not only spelled it out but yelled it out?

And there he flew.  The beautiful cockatoo that had his need for a wing clipping put off just one day too late.

Into the wild blue yonder.  And he was gone.

Few days later Sandra called to say that there had been a woodpecker in her bedroom that morning.  Brought in by the cat.  The fire department came and rescued it, took pictures, and released it back into its home. 

Maybe my bird and her bird have met up, exchanged horror stories, and mated for life.  One can hope.

And the smell?  Pig's blood.  Discovered only after it got past really bad.

Don't ask, cause . . .

That's all I have to say about that.  Name that movie.


Greg and Donna said...

I don't even want to know where it came from...but yucky! Hope you are having a good day otherwise! Miss seeing you!

Mrs. Trixi said...

Oh, my what a story. I am sorry about your lost bird. We have had that happen many, many, years ago.

KTElltt said...

YIKES! So sorry you lost your bird... I haven't written a blog or read blogs in forever. So busy. BUT I wanted to say hey and that I hope everything is going well with y'all and I still pray for Shelby. Once, my husband left a bag of deer meat sitting out of the deep-freeze because he was digging under it for something. I found it two weeks later when our garage smelled like someone had been murdered in there. IT WAS AWFUL! And he was out of town, so guess who got to clean it up??

Anonymous said...

So sad about the bird! :( He's a cockatiel, by the way. Just had to mention that. :)

Penny, the sister said...

So, I'm gonna take a wild guess here that the above ANONYMOUS is our dear sister, Janice. Am I right? If not, then it is someone else smarter than we are :)

Rie said...

Nope Penny. I'm pretty sure that it is Sandra. She's also the one who saw him fly away first!

Drawing of me losing my cool courtesy of budding artist, Izzy.

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