The kiddos and I were headed out on some exciting adventure a couple of days ago and we all go to hop in the car. As I walk around to the front side of the car I see it. And it’s dead.
A dead bird. Not just dead but lodged in the grill of my car.
I have no idea when or how this happened, all I know is it was disgusting. Maybe I hit the bird, maybe the bird flew into my grill. Either way it was lodged in there.
Did I mention it was stuck. In my grill?
So in my near panic state I tell the rugrats that we have a detour and I forgot something at my house. Thank God the hubs is not on a business trip this week because if he were our detour would have been to the nearest mechanic. You didn’t think I was going to touch this bird, did you?
I was careful to distract the kids away from the lifeless bird, because had I not their panic states would have been ten times worse than my own. Let’s just say holding in emotions is not easy for a child.
I run inside and start saying “The car, the bird, dead, broken neck…” and the hubs is all, “Who? What?”
GO GET THE BIRD OUT OF MY GRILL.
From there I’m not quite sure what happened or how he got it dislodged but let me tell you, it took him a lot longer than I expected.
Apparently it was really lodged.
I can’t wait to be back in New York where if you happen to have a bird lodged in your grill it’s a pigeon. And people rejoice.