Be warned - not for the faint of heart
I love husking corn. I always have. I think it goes back to my days of playing 'Little House on the Prairie'; the days when I asked for a washboard and a butter churn for my birthday. Being a city girl of today, husking corn is as close as I've ever been to being old-fashioned and farmish.
So when, last Sunday, I had the opportunity to husk corn, I was thrilled. I went and sat on the back patio, my mother joining me in short order (which always disappoints me - I want to do it all). When we were finished, she took the bag of husks to the garbage, and left me to take the corn into the house.
And that's when it happened.
I gathered the corn in my arms, and turned around. And panic hit. Terror hit. There, all over the roof were birds. Dozens of birds. I looked at the neighbor's fence - covered in birds. I looked at the small piece of lawn near our side door. Birds. Birds! BIRDS! Somehow, I had to get from the yard to and through that door, past all of those birds. With my arms full of corn. I was terrified. I've seen what birds can do.
http://video.tvguide.com/The+Birds/Trapped+In+Phonebooth/1047521?autoplay=true&partnerid=OVG
Somehow I worked up the nerve to plow through. I ducked and covered and shreiked, horrified that I was unable to protect my head by frantically waving my arms.
Somehow I didn't die. Shockingly enough, through all of that, I did not die. Inconceivable.
So when, last Sunday, I had the opportunity to husk corn, I was thrilled. I went and sat on the back patio, my mother joining me in short order (which always disappoints me - I want to do it all). When we were finished, she took the bag of husks to the garbage, and left me to take the corn into the house.
And that's when it happened.
I gathered the corn in my arms, and turned around. And panic hit. Terror hit. There, all over the roof were birds. Dozens of birds. I looked at the neighbor's fence - covered in birds. I looked at the small piece of lawn near our side door. Birds. Birds! BIRDS! Somehow, I had to get from the yard to and through that door, past all of those birds. With my arms full of corn. I was terrified. I've seen what birds can do.
http://video.tvguide.com/The+Birds/Trapped+In+Phonebooth/1047521?autoplay=true&partnerid=OVG
Somehow I worked up the nerve to plow through. I ducked and covered and shreiked, horrified that I was unable to protect my head by frantically waving my arms.
Somehow I didn't die. Shockingly enough, through all of that, I did not die. Inconceivable.
posted by melilotnfosco | 9:51 PM
5 Comments:
You and my mother-in-law... sigh...
that's absolutely terrifying. you're so brave.
(read little town on the prairie - birds were after their corn, too)
did a bird even brush against you?
well, no. but they were thinking about it.
you are so brave!
There's just something about a lot of birds that is very sinister!
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