June 19, 2006
dead wo-man walking
I'm going to hell. Not even in a handbasket, either. Over the weekend an awful thing happened. I did it. I have no one to blame but myself. No one. Just me. Soley responsible for this awful act. F**K , PETA is going to show up here at HHcrib.
This is where it began. HHgirl and I went into the backyard to water. Let me start by telling you that in the back there are these cute little metal containers hanging on the side of the house. The containers are for gardening tools and such. When we do have a chance to work in the yard, if there are weeds we cut back, HHhubby tends to put the scraps in the metal containers.
Back to the watering.
So the sprinkler is on the end of the hose. I strap HHgirl in a push car. Begin to unscrew the sprinkler from the hose. I tenderly toss the sprinkler over into the metal bin, labeled seeds.
Suddenly I jump and take cover,as a bird flies out of the metal bin. Now these metal bins are not that deep and there is a lot of gardening stuff inside.
I walk over with out consideration. Peek inside the metal container. I have to step on my tip toes a bit.
OH MY.. OH MY F*K F*K
As I look in, what do I see. I see a cracked egg.
I killed the baby.
First thing I do is look for the momma bird. She is sitting on the fence.
I'm going... and no one can save me.
Make me feel better.
UPDATE: HHhubby went to take care of the nest. The egg was gone. Where did it go? Did the momma bird come back?
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