
THAT BIRDS HIDE IN THESE TYPES OF HANGING PLANTS? I DID NOT KNOW THIS - NOPE I DID NOT.
I decided that enough was enough, that I must bring inside my hanging plant for the winter. I try and hold off as long as possible - plants indoors are a big mess. Between the water, the drying leaves, just the mess of it all.
Gary and I were going out for dinner with friends and I was on the front porch waiting for our ride. I looked over at my hanging plant and thought NOW IS THE TIME TO BRING IT INSIDE. I get the heavy pot off the loop, open the front door inside we go and OUT FLIES A BIRD! OH GROSS! OH GROSS! I hate flying things. You all must remember the FLYING bat story - well now we have a FLYING BIRD STORY! Gary was just inside the door and the bird buzzed right over his head. He screamed, I screamed and immediately ran out of the house. I DO NOT LIKE BIRDS - SORRY ALL YOU BIRD LOVERS - THEY CAN FLY I CANNOT.
I stood outside screaming like a lunatic - that I did! I'm not proud of my behavior what-so-ever. I felt guilty leaving Gary inside, so I came inside to see Gary looking in our living room at the bird who was perched on our curtain rod. Gary was holding a tennis racket. Me, I had my hood on and was TRYING not scream. All at once the bird took off and so did I once again! Gary was yelling at me through the closed front door that I was behaving like a sissie. I DON'T CARE - NOPE - I'M A BIG BABY AND I'M ADMITTING IT.
Gary waited patiently for the bird to leave his post once again, and when he flew by Gary's head, he gave his best forehand shot I've ever seen, and the bird died dead on the dining room floor. Gary DID NOT MEAN TO KILL THE BIRD IT WAS AN ACCIDENT - PURE AND SIMPLE - I think he was so crazed by my screaming behavior that he had this pent up energy. I was still outside when Gary came out with the dustpan and featherless bird who is now at our next door neighbors house! Me, I'm still outside and I hear my vacuum cleaner going - apparently a good forehand shot makes birds feathers fly out as well. ICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!
I sheepishly come inside in all the aftermath and had a look around the house. I found some bird plop ON MY FURNITURE - am grossed out now cleaning up. Afterwards, I went and took that hanging spider plant and threw it in the giant pile of leaves out front so the town can it take away. No more hanging plants for me - nope - NEVER AGAIN! Well never is a long time - but I have a very good memory. Just ask my family!
That's my story!
Best,
Jane M
PS The next morning my hanging plant is no longer in the giant leaf pile out front - wonder who now is in ownership of the bird/bat house?