There are only a few precious weeks of unscheduled days and late nights left, before school resumes in our neck of the woods. Keenly aware of this fact, our family has been trying to spend as much time together as we can. Movie nights have been especially popular.
Last week, it was my turn to choose the film. I like old movies. Of course, old is a relative term, in our household that can mean movies anywhere from the 1930's to the 1990's, depending on who you are asking to define old. To me old means old...so I chose Alfred Hitchcock's 1963 classic thriller, The Birds.
I loved that movie when I was a kid. It was one scary flick and a good movie to boot, featuring great dialog and old Hollywood glamour. I'm pretty sure it's where my distaste for birds stems; I really don't like them.
Of course, my kids were not impressed with my choice. As a matter of fact, they laughed their way through much of the movie, and while they did enjoy it overall, they clearly did not find it scary.
In fact, when their friends came over the next night to watch a "real scary movie", they shared their experience, only to find that the exact same scenario had been played out in other homes ~ parents excited to share a childhood memory with an audience of utterly unfazed and unimpressed kids. They all agreed that it was "cute and old fashioned."
Apparently, so were we.
I tried to explain to my kids that unlike some of the high tech thrillers of today, this movie's terror was rooted in the fact that, however unlikely, the possibility of nature turning against humanity was always there. That while none of them may ever see a ghost or super villain or rogue robot, they do in fact see birds every single day....and one of them could turn at any moment.
"Yeah, ok, mom, sure, whatever." They even teased me about it for a few days whenever we saw a flock of birds...until the craziest thing happened.
Within the span of a week, two birds slammed into our kitchen windows while the kids were in the room. The birdies were fine. They were stunned at first, then got up and flew away, but it was odd.
This had never happened before.
My formerly smug teenagers were totally and completely freaked out after the second incident and while I would never, ever want any living creature to suffer, I have to admit that I was amused by the timing. I even posted about it on Facebook.
The FB post was pretty popular, I had a lot of fun interacting with readers and making new friends, but news feeds are fluid and people move on. Nature had vindicated me, put my kids in their place and I figured that after the last comment was answered that would be the end of my avian tale...
...and then the doorbell rang last night at dusk.
When I answered it, I was greeted by five black crows sitting on my front stoop. At first, I gasped. Then I realized that they were not real. They were props placed there as a practical joke, by a friend, who had heard the story.
I was hysterical.
My kids came around the corner to find out what was causing the commotion and I thought they were going to drop on the spot.
It was great!!
I have to tell you that those suckers look really, really real. My girlfriend and her daughter found them at the dollar store and they are black and shiny and completely creepy.
Armed with a superior eye for design (check out her kitchen), she placed those birds on the stoop in such a way, that you would swear they had just landed and were hanging out. It was awesome. I left them there all night for others to admire and have been laughing about the incident all day.
Life can be so serious and heavy at times. When moments like this present themselves, I think we have to sit up and pay attention and appreciate the laughter and lightness they provide. My friend is an amazing person with a great sense of humor and she has given me one of the best laughs I have had all summer and a funny story that I will remember forever. I am so grateful for that.
Of course, I still hate birds, although these guys are kind of growing on me, a bit. I was actually thinking about making them my unofficial blog mascots...maybe just until Halloween?
Or until my kids start to give me lip again. Then maybe I could go outside and throw them at their bedroom windows.
Just kidding, I wouldn't do that.
Or would I?
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