Gather ’round and let me tell you an amazing story about the time (yesterday) that I interrupted a murder (eagle/osprey/flying predator vs bunny).
I was making dinner yesterday and my dog came into the kitchen. She looked insistent which is how she looks 80% of her waking hours. I decided to let her out into the backyard.
When I opened the door to the backyard, there was a large bird on the ground. It was startled and flew up a little bit. When it flew up, a bunny ran away—first to the right and then to the left, racing along a far journey to the shed it lives under. The bird flew away.
That’s not amazing, Josepha, that’s simply life.
You’re right. That’s not the amazing part. The amazing part (alarming part?) is what I did. This is how I responded to the excitement as it unfolded. This is what my husband heard in the other room:
“OH!”
“RUN! RUN AWAY!”
“MURDER!”
“OH MAN, IT’S HUGE!” <– the bird, the bird had like a 5′ wingspan
“RUN! OH MAN, MURDER!”
This is the point at which he shouted after me, asking if everything was okay.
“I interrupted a murder! It’s a bird murder and I interrupted it!”
I then walked away and continued making dinner, all the while muttering, “I can’t believe how big that bird was, it was so huge. It was the size of the dog. Huge bird, I can’t believe it.”
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