So Jeremy and I have been house sitting for parents in Clarksville for about 2 weeks.
We both love to be at my parent’s house and I have to say that it has been great being back in Clarksville.
(But, I do miss our cute apartment and Nashville.)
Don’t worry, pictures will be posted soon!
My parents live off the road about a half a mile- so we are out in the country.
My mom likes to say that we live on a farm, but I think that it is better known as “The Baggett Family Zoo”.
Seriously that’s what it feels like.
I have been taking care of my parent’s animals and her beautiful organic garden.
It sounded like it wouldn’t be that hard even though we have 10 animals to keep up with, but let me tell you- it has been a rollercoaster ride to say the least.
The first day that we got here- I went down to the barn to check on the goats and donkeys.
YES, you heard right goats and donkeys. And YES, that is plural. 2 of each of them.
Well, there was this tiny bird sitting on their watering bucket.
It wouldn’t move. I thought that was rather strange because most birds were scared of people- so I must be a bird whisperer or something, right?
WRONG.
The poor bird was missing its right wing.
I was devastated and major tears followed.
I was having flashbacks of the bird incidents that we encountered the previous week. There was a bird at our apartment complex that got stuck on the side of our building in the middle of a thunderstorm. Luckily, when we came back the poor bird was gone. So I had to assume that the bird made it away safely. Or at least I hope.
And then the very next day, we were on our way to pick my brother-in-law Nate at the airport and another bird flew right in our car.
You might be thinking at this point that this is all merely a coincidence just like I was. But you would be wrong.
But, back to the poor bird that I found this week at my parent’s house.
Of course I wasn’t going to pick it up, so I made Jeremy pick him up and put him in a box because he literally couldn’t move except to hop around.
We gave him water and some bird seed and until Saturday it was going fine.
Until that morning when I found that the poor bird had gone to heaven.
Jeremy was out of town and I had absolutely no idea what to do with it.
Jeremy buried the poor little bird when he got home.
(He really is a good husband. I mean, come on, how many husbands would do that?)
You might now be thinking that my bird saga is now over, but sadly that would not be the case.
When I was outside taking out the trash, a bird flew down out of no where and hit me on the head.
Needless to say, I FREAKED out.
Fell down to the ground and covered my head.
I am now cautious of going outside because there is apparently a bird conspiracy against me.
In conclusion, this blog post now shows you why I will NEVER watch Alfred Hitchcock’s movie, “The Birds”. Two reasons:
1. I am now too scared of birds.
2. My life is a living version of that movie, so there is no need.
The End.
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