The Life of Bon: A Saturday journey of sorts

Saturday, May 25, 2013

A Saturday journey of sorts

This post is coming to you quite late for a Saturday.  Usually I try to knock this thing out early Saturday morning so you have lots to read all weekend long.

Except for this morning I slept in until 10:30.  (Oh weekends!)

Then I insisted on finishing Silver Linings Playbook.  (Book discussion is on Thursday- don't forget.)  The book reads fast, and I really wanted to be done with it today.  I am still trying to figure out my opinion on it...  I can't wait to see what you all think of it.

Then, about 2:00 I was really going to sit down and get this post done and done and done.  I came upstairs to start my writing and was dismayed to find feathers all over the kitchen.  Real bird feathers.  I looked out the window to see Buddy (the toy poodle) chewing on a toy, surrounded by oodles and oodles of feathers.

Something was definitely amiss so I went outside to do a closer examination.  I didn't have to get too close to Buddy, the little rascal, to discover that it was not a chew toy he was playing with- it was a live bird.

A semi live bird, anyway.

At the point the poor thing was still blinking and it's body was moving (more like shaking uncontrollably.)  I was home alone, and naturally started to panic.  What do I do with this poor thing?!?  Do I try to save it?  Do I ignore it?

I sent a long frenzied text to Greg, filled with angst and compassion and all things a girl might feel when encountering an innocent dying bird.  Greg replied with two words,

"Kill it."

"With what?!?" I demanded.  It's not exactly like a be-be gun (how do you spell that?  I just realized I have never in my life seen be-be written out!) collection hidden in the hall closet.

"A shovel."

Well, I ain't not sissy, but I guess I'm a sissy because there was no way in you-know-what I was going to whack the bird with a shovel.  I noticed an unsuspecting  neighbor out in his front yard looking like he needed a bird killing task, so I recruited him to do the job for me.  He came over gladly with a shovel and gave the bird two of the biggest whacks known to mankind without even blinking an eye.  He scooped up the blood and guts from the lawn, turned to me, and said nonchalantly, "You might want to hose that down."

THAT is why I am just now writing this post at 4:26 pm on Saturday afternoon.  I have been on quite the Saturday journey, my friends.  Now I think I'll go wash my hands.

For your weekend reading:
+Have you entered this huge group giveaway yet?
+If you haven't heard, every plan I have made with my life has now been changed.  And I feel good about it.
+With our big change of plans this means Greg and I can start working on our own little family.  I don't quite want a baby yet, but I would take a ten year old any day.
+ I've been thinking a lot about how to decorate a new home for me and Greg.  Let's just say I don't have the best track record (Lime green and burnt orange, anyone?)
+ Have you been participating in Jenni's blog every day in May challenge?  This is the type of thing that I kick myself over and think '"Why couldn't I have thought of that?!?" Jenni, you're a genius!


  1. Oh man... I would have cried and cried! Thank God for bird killing neighbors because I don't know what I would have done if I was in your situation and there wasn't someone else around :(


  2. Wow! What an interesting Saturday!

  3. I feel your pain. I was at my mother in law's one day and experienced that same story verbatim - except substitute live bird with live squirrel. It was traumatizing and I was livid! I called animal control who basically told me to go screw myself.

  4. Yuck! Glad you got your neighbor to do it. My first day of my first job in high school was at a hardware store. We caught a mouse in the birdseed aisle. The gal training me tied it up in a plastic bad. I was mortified.

  5. Oh my days. I have no idea what i would do in that situation! :o

  6. Gah! Sounds just a little traumatizing...that is quite the Saturday morning.

    P.S. I'm pretty sure it's BB gun :)

  7. BB gun. ;)

    And oh man, that would have been awful. I'm so sorry!

  8. I haven't had to kill anything before (except for the silly animals that run in front of my car), BUT my own silly dogs take great pride in dismantling rabbits and bringing their heads in the house like little gifts for mommy. Okay, that only happened once, but I am scarred for life (usually they dismantle outside and leave it outside). Sorry you had to go through that.

    On a happier note...I'm so glad you were able to get a new job so quickly! Sorry your old job was taken but so happy there was one that fell into your lap! I'll be teaching mainly ELL (or ESL whatever it is being called where you are), but I get to go back to English next year when a teacher retires. Whew! I love teaching English!!

  9. You are much braver than I! I would have waited until he got home to have it killed! lol

  10. I couldn't have killed the poor thing or had anybody else kill it! I would most likely try and nurse it back to health so it could fly off into the sunset and live happily ever after, or at least until something ate it.

  11. Okay that is just about the grossest thing ever. There is no way I would have done that. I would have been taking the bird to the nearest bird vet and shelter. How awful.

  12. I wouldn't have been able to kill it either; even if it was to put it out of its suffering. Whenever I have accidentally hit a bird or squirrel while driving, I've felt badly about it all day long. Sad!

  13. And that my friends is the difference between a man and a woman. Holy cow, that was gross and sad and Ben would have been all over the task too.

  14. Nope - no way. The sound of the shovel whacking the bird would have been too much for me. LOL

  15. Oh at poor bird the sight of it has sadden me.........

  16. My husband is the bug and animal killer in this house. I just can't do it. Only if it's going after my baby!

  17. Oh no. :( I don't know how you handled that. It sounds heartbreaking.


  18. Never could have done that in a million! I would have taken it to the vet and had them handle it. I must say that I'm shocked you did this let alone took a picture of the poor thing. Awful :(

  19. Blehh I dont think I could have done that either! Poor bird!

  20. omg i couldn't have done it either! i don't even know if i could have watched. yuck.

  21. ....the reason why I can care less for dogs, especially that one and mine.

    The only acceptable ones are my dog's parents, Bruiser and Patches because they are WELL behaved. Poor bird!