The Wind and The Crow / April 7 2008
Have you ever been startled by a bird flying into a window?
I was having a quiet mid-morning latte whilst gazing out over the rec’ from the control room, listening to the wind rattling the eaves and watching old people fall over on the snow-covered paths below, when . . . Wham! An enormous black crow slammed like a feathery cannonball into the double-glazing just inches from my face.
I’m glad I was alone; I was so shocked, I let out a big, girlie squeal and spilled hot coffee into my lap.
Barking and whimpering like some kind of female madman, Audrey launched herself down the stairs, hoping that the stunned creature would be staggering around the garden awaiting canine rescue. Alas, it was nowhere to be found.
After I had changed my jeans and calmed myself with a sweet sherry and a huge slice of date and walnut cake, I placed my hand on the soft head of my disappointed little dog and told her: ‘When we eventually get a pretty girl, I hope I never embarrass myself like that in front of her.’
‘As hopes go, father,’ she said with her big brown eyes, ‘I suspect that one to be more forlorn than most.’
Filed under Audrey / Cake / Embarrassment / Pretty Girls
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5 comments on “The Wind and The Crow”
Charlotte / April 7th, 2008 at 4:00 pm
Poor you! Because I live in a forest and my house has big french windows everywhere, I get that all the time with lovely little nuthatches. The birds think that they are flying through the trees, but they come to a sudden stop against glass. ‘Fat Frankie’ my oversized cat, normally leaps on them before they get the chance to shake their heads and fly away. Many a time I have opened the door to find Frankie sitting proudly (burping gently) beside a small pile of feathers and 2 little bird’s feet. How sad. It’s a good job there aren’t many crows in the forest….
Charlotte
Nelson Galaxy / April 7th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
I get the same thing but it’s with lumps of human excrement. I love London.
Jo Beaufoix / April 7th, 2008 at 7:37 pm
Napoleon, on Sunday there was a huge spider on the wall in our hall. Miss E squealed like a girl and I squealed like a girl. Mr B came to investigate, but soon was also squealing like a girl. It was fine though, we hoovered it up. I think the dyson gave a little burp, just like Charlotte’s Fat Frankie (cool name Charlotte.)
And Nelson, eughhh, who has been throwing poo at you?
Charlotte / April 7th, 2008 at 10:25 pm
Nelson, I had a delivery of cow excrement from my neighbour yesterday for my summer lettuces. What similar but differnt lives we lead!
Jo….urrrggg, no spiders please. My other cat Bugsie (Buggerlugs) eats spiders but always runs away from the big ones. Fat Franks always comes to the rescue.
Napoleon Fantastic / April 8th, 2008 at 10:04 am
Stupid birds.
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