Sunday, February 21, 2010


On my way to work this morning, a little bird flew out from the brush on the side of the road. Sadly, it did a head-on with the car, and bounced up in to a pile of snow. I absolutely hate hitting animals, and in my period of grief, I had to call my husband.

Me: Hey, babe, I'm really upset
AT: Why, what's wrong? Is everything OK?
Me: Yeah, everything is fine... I just feel bad because I hit a bird, and watched it bounce up in to a pile of snow on the side of the road.
AT: You're upset because you hit a bird?!?!
Me: YES! This is only the second animal that I've ever hit. I actually cried when I hit the rabbit, at least I'm not crying!
AT: Babe, it's really, OK. I mean, it's just a bird. You did population control.
Me: But, what if it was a mama bird, now her babies will die!
AT: Ummm... it's winter, baby birds aren't born in the winter
Me: Well... she could have eggs laid already, and maybe she was sitting on them so they will hatch this spring
AT: Then, they will become cat food
Me: You're really not making me feel better about murdering a bird with a car
AT: Hun, it's the circle of life
Me: Oh, so you're telling me that my fate is getting smacked by a car? That makes me feel tons better!
AT: All I can really do to that comment is laugh. You're nuts, you know that? But I love you!