So, I'm home for the weekend and doing a good deal of chillin'. However, one chore that I did have to do last night was to bag a dead bird on our back porch so the dog wouldn't get it. My tools for this job were three plastic bags; two bags to put it in and one to pick it up with. So I grabbed this bird and began to examine it to find its cause of death. It was a beautiful specimen with a red throat and fine feathers. I hypothesized that it had died from either the cold or of a lack of food. Anyway, after a short examination I put it in the bags, tied them off and threw them in the garage. So here's the weird part. This morning, my dad was looking for the bird in the bags to dispose of it properly...and it was gone. All that was left were a few feathers in the bag in the corner near the bag. So here are my thoughts on the possibilities.
1. In a total departure from logic this bird was actually resurrected in a holy manner.
2. The birds remains were eaten by a creature that lurks in my garage or came in when my parents opened the garage and left soon afterward after smelling a tiny tiny dead bird in a bag far away from the garage door...but did not rip through the bag. Animals can be amazing.
3. The bird was not totally dead on my porch. It was in a frozen state but was saved in time to preserve its life and in the slightly warmer temperatures in my garage it was revived and after some struggle, escaped from the bad and flew the proverbiable coop when my parents open the garage.
4. There was no bird.
Soooo, I'll depart from Barnum and take a line from Ripley and say, "Believe it, or not!"
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That is very interesting.
My brain would be more inclined to believe there was no bird. I'm not sure why, but I have a feeling that's what I would first believe. Then, I would realize that there were still the bird feathers and after my thoughts fought on what is actually true, I would have thought up some scenario to keep from losing my mind.
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