Dead birds
Okay, I don’t want to be superstitious but there is a disproportionate number of dead birds around here lately. I came out of my back porch when I met Marty and said “ignore that dead bird, I haven’t picked it up yet,” and he picked it up and threw it away without even flinching. I just called him because there is now a dead bird on my roof and it is creeping me out in a big way. He laughed. What’s funny about dead birds or my squeamishness towards them? I don’t like to see dead birds – I like to see birds flying and chirping. Dead birds make me nervous. I saw a whole nest of dead chicks by a tree in the park the other day. Is Avian Flu at work? Or is this some kind of symbolic gris gris post Katrina stuff?