The Birds

I've never been particularly fond of birds. 

 

As a matter of a fact a bird got into our college house one time and I was the only one home, so I sat outside in the front yard until it flew itself out, banging into lots of windows along the way.  No way was I going to be in that enclosed space with a wild flying animal.  I did not care if I had to wait all night, I was not going in there with that bird.

 

But this year I found two birds I couldn't resist. 

 

 

 

The owl and the parrot.

 

They are the cutest little birdies in town. 

 

They say on command, "Polly want a cracker, caaww." and "hoooo hooo"

 

They had so much fun dressing up and collecting treats in the neighborhood. 

 

After each house, they would sprint and scream down the driveway like they had just won the superbowl.

 

They even did a dress rehearsal last weekend in downtown Lakeville.  So they got lots of practice and way too much candy!

 

Even though we had lots of practice, we still left our mark on the night. 

Bennett was leaving a house and they had pretend little gravestones set up in the front yard.

 

All of a sudden he gave one a kick.  Because when you are three I guess you just cannot resist kicking the gravestone...what??! 

 

The lady at the door was watching it all unfold and I quickly picked up the stone and placed it back in its place, but as I was pushing it into the ground it snapped in half. 

 

Yup I broke her gravestone. 

 

Vandal!! I might has well just finished out the night by smashing all her pumpkins. 

 

At least she was watching so I did not have to knock on her door in shame.  Instead I just handed her the broken pieces with a very sincere, "I'm so sorry." 

 

She could not have been nicer.  She said, "Oh I am sure it was already broken."  What a gem. 

 

I know your gravestone was not broken, not until my little parrot gave it a swift kick. 

 

Oops.  I guess there is always something to work on:)