Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Crows are Creepy

My house looks like the haunted house on the block. We rent and our dear landlord is not much for investing in the place. In our front yard we have two massive pine trees, a cracked driveway (from the pine trees), and no grass because I can't grow anything.

Yesterday we started our homeschool day when this strange noise started. Soon the noise became so loud the kids couldn't concentrate. I went outside to see large black birds squawking and incessantly repositioning themselves all over the tops of our trees. A murder of crows had shown up. (In case you didn't know a group of crows is called a "murder" not a "flock" creepy...) I don't know if it was Hitchcock's "The Birds," or all the Stephen King movies I watched as a teenager, or the fact that Halloween is just around the corner, but as I watched them all of the sudden the house felt creepy.

I went back inside the house to find both kids highly agitated. I sent them to the back bedroom with the door closed and turned a fan on for white noise. They could still hear the birds and refused to do any schoolwork with all the squawking.

So I left them in the bedroom and went to the front door to scare the crows away. My hand was on the doorknob when I thought... what if they attack me? I've never seen crows in my front yard before, what if they're rabid? What if a flock of crows is called a murder for a reason? What if Stephen King has had close encounters w/ a murder and that inspired his writing???

Do you ever have those times when you know you're suppose to act like an adult, but you really don't want to? I stood there reminding myself, that Hitchcock's work is fiction, King's work is fiction, I've never read in the newspaper about anyone dying from a crow attack... The over the din I hear G screaming, "I can't take it anymore!"

Drat! The choice is clear, face a meltdown or possible death by birds. I turned the doorknob, went outside, and yelled at the birds. They did nothing. I threw a pine cone, stomped my feet, waved my hands, and the wretched crows three stories up didn't even look at me. Creepy, rude, obnoxious crows, they ought to be called a nuisance... With a meltdown quickly approaching, there was only one thing left to do. I called my friend and escaped to her house.

7 comments:

kristen said...

Oh yes, quite creepy. Perhaps you should try throwing them some halloween candy...

Casdok said...

Yes there are times when i dont want to act like an adult!!!

The Glasers said...

Sounds like time for a nature walk. . . just kidding!!!! Ducking and running!!!! :-P

I wonder why the crows found your yard so inviting. We used to have that problem in Colorado, and I never could figure it out.

Marla Fauchier Baltes said...

That is too funny. Also, there is an old story about the number of crows in the murder you see and what each one means. Some of the things are good luck and some are bad.

One for sorrow
Two for mirth
Three for a wedding
Four for a birth
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret
Never to be told
Eight for heaven
Nine for hell
Ten for the devil's very own self.

Elissa said...

I'd be taking the escape option as well!
I often have times that I forget I'm supposed to be an adult - spiders really bring out this trait in me!!!

LAA and Family said...

That is creepy! When did they finally go away, have they?

A Bishops wife said...

That sounds creepy!

I do not want to act like an adult sometimes....but most people thing I am strange enough as it is! LOL

Your house sounds like the one we moved out of last year. Creepy. I really think it was haunted. Poor Niles would speak of "The dark man" sometimes. He was afraid of him. Creepy! I like our "new" house better.