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Bird-brained? Maybe not.

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Just a couple of weeks ago, there was a rooster that got inside the house then flew off through the open door of the second floor balcony. Yesterday, while I was cooking lunch, Alex, who was on the phone upstairs, suddenly started screaming that a bird was inside the house. If I weren’t worried about leaving the chicken on the stove, I would have gone up right then to take photos. But I couldn’t leave the chicken so I stayed put.

Alex stopped screaming after a while and went on talking on the phone. About half an hour later, she went down and we had lunch. Then, I took a shower. I went to my study, placed my cup of hot coffee on the desk and started downloading the photos of the chicken dish that I cooked for lunch.

Alex came out of her room and pointed to the bird that was still inside the house. I was really surprised that it was still there and I told Alex so. She said the bird tried to get out earlier, hit the glass window beside the staircase and bounced off. “Bird-brained, you know,” she said.

I couldn’t interrupt the download so I told Alex no sudden movements so as not to scare the bird away until the download was finished and I could get a chance to change camera lenses to take photos. The bird stayed where it was.

Right on the cable of the pendant lamps above the stairs. But it was too far. I moved closer, very slowly, and zoomed in.

Okay, I thought the photo was good enough. But the bird was against the light so I moved some more trying to find the best angle. Apparently, the bird thought that I was getting too near and it felt threatened. It flew off, alighted on my coffee cup some ten feet away then went out through the open window of my study.

Then, I saw my coffee cup. It was my turn to scream.

The effing bird pooped. Right there in my coffee cup. I guess it was smart enough to take revenge on me for being so threatening. Or maybe it got too scared and just pooped involuntarily. Whatever. Alex was nice enough to get me another cup of coffee.

Published on April 16, 2010 by Connie Veneracion

About Connie Veneracion

We eat fatty red meat (except our older daughter) and skin-on chicken. We love seafood including fat-lined salmon belly. Sounds unhealthy for 2020? Hmmm… My husband and I are in our 50s, and we are not on maintenance meds. Neither have we been diagnosed with any condition often associated with people our age. The secret to aging like wine? Our laid-back life... (more)

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