Let me tell you a story about a dead baby bird to distract you all from you exam studying stress. The other day Lucy went out into the backyard to tip the remainder of the pancake mix down the drain and she found that laying face down in our drain was a dead baby chicken. We have no idea where it came from and of course it was very distressing to see it's sad, wet, dead little body there. However it had to be removed before it clogged our drain - and it's only the decent thing to do. Lucy wasn't able to handle even looking at it so she went inside and i pulled on the rubber gloves.
Now i've handled dead bodies before (animal or otherwise) so i was prepared. They usually feel pretty hard and stiff (hehe, that sounds a bit naughty) after being dead as long as this chick. So anyway i bent down and picked it up. It was not hard and stiff, i'd forgotten that it was in water and had clearly been there for a while so it was very very soggy and almost oozing. Well i am ashamed to say i freaked out and in revulsion i threw it. Then, as Lucy watched from the kitchen window in horror, i squealed and ran around as i was afraid the dead baby bird i'd thrown up into the air would land on me. It did not. It landed over the fence in our neighbours yard. With a splat. It was very very gross and very very distressing.
This is why i now have baby bird guilt about the way i handled it's poor, gooey little body.
This is why Lucy and i spent the rest of the day shuddering convulsively whenever we remembered.
This is why I meant to give Nick trouble when he got home for not being the man of the house and present in the first place to deal with it. But i forgot thanks to my mind busily repressing.
This is also why I am avoiding our squatter neighbour at the moment.
I hope this little story has distracted you for a few minutes from the study that i'm sure you're doing. Be prepared for more such snippets from my life over the next few days as it's one of the ways i procrastinate. Also, you're not allowed to laugh at me, i feel very traumatised.
Kisses, L
PS. feel free to reciprocate with any bird death stories of your own.
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Eww squidgy bird!
I'm finished with uni shite but your story was a good distraction from house hunting which is equally as woeful and twice as stressful, not to mention the costs in petrol from driving around from place to place, office to office. It's boring even bitching about it, I'm sorry!
I think you should have eaten that chicken for dinner, you're students AREN'T you?
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