Mad Crazy Bird Happening

Sarah and I were going for a walk down the street, and at the end of the block, there were two baby blue jays on the sidewalk. The mother blue jay was in a tree overhead. The baby blue jays were scared of us but couldn't really fly so they were trying to run away, and one went into the laundromat at the corner. We were worried that it wouldn't be able to get out, so we went in the laundromat and tried to shepherd it outside. Meanwhile, both the baby blue jay and the mother are squawking at us, like "Kill! Kill!" Finally we got it back outside and continued on our walk. When we passed by later, they were all gone. But the next day, there was a blue jay outside our apartment window squawking at us again and tempting our cats.

When I was younger and on a family holiday in Cornwall, we were having fish and chips for lunch sitting on the harbour wall, my brother decided to give the seagulls a couple of his chips so he turned round to throw them to the birds and a cheeky seagull hopped onto the wall and stole his fish.

I laughed loads until my dad made me give him half of my fish.

No, but the extractor fan that runs to our office toilet is attached to some ducting that runs right up to the roof. Apparently, the pigeons have access to this ducting and have been falling in and meeting their unfortunate demise down there. Meaning, of course, that the extractor fan is flooding both toilets with the aroma of rotting bird carcasses. On sweltering days like today, we even get a swarm of flies as well. Nice.

When I was about 11 I remember a small bird attempting to fly straight into our living room via some french windows. Unfortuantly for the bird, the windows were shut and it smacked against them very hard indeed. It left a funny kind of greasy mark and a feather.

Ick. When I lived in a farmhouse, we had a major bird problem. The chimney wasn't capped at first. We opened the woodstove to find DOZENS of dead birds. Then we occasionally would hear a live one in there, let it out, and chase it around to get it out of the house again. And one time a bird got trapped between two walls. I could see it's beak poke out at the bottom of the wall where there was a tiny opening. I was home alone and couldn't figure out how to rescue him, so I just sat with him and heard him cry until he died. Yes, it was excrutiatingly depressing and I felt really guilty & dumb for not knowing how to help him.

My family used to have a cottage in an isolated area of northern Ontario, which we couldn't even visit during winter even if we wanted to. So every late spring when we'd make the first visit to open it up for the season, we'd often find a dead animal lying on the floor who'd managed to get in through the chimney - usually squirrels and bats. The poor things starved to death...