The Bird

by Fiddledeedee on March 7, 2013

We have some unusual birds native to the state of Florida.  And by unusual, I mean the first time I saw a sandhill crane fly overhead, I hit the deck thinking it was a Pterodactyl (which according to my son is of the late Jurassic period, with a long slender head and neck).  They do most of their traveling about with the use of their long skinny chicken legs.  And because they are not all that bright, I’ve had to slam on my brakes more than a few times to avoid the aftermath of a Sandhill Crane landing in the driver’s seat of the car.


I’ve seen Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds.  I know that they are out to blind all of man and woman kind and take over the world.

Anyhoo.  There is a not so distant relative of the Sandhill Crane, also indigenous of Florida, called the White Florida Crane.  They spend a good deal of their time loitering by the side of the ride, searching for worms and such.

All except for one intrepid White Florida Crane.

At the risk of being judged, I will tell you that I will, on occasion, frequent the drive-thru at McDonald’s to enjoy a Small Mocha Frappe (no chocolate drizzle).  I do it often enough that I’ve noticed one singular White Florida Crane begging at the passenger side of the car EVERY SINGLE TIME I drive up to the window.  Now since I’m driving, I get this information reported to me by my sidekick who is riding shotgun.  She informs me that the bird is standing just inches from the passenger door, looking up into her eyes, forlornly.


Yesterday, I asked an employee if they were aware of the begging bird, and they said yes.  He/she has a favorite parking spot that he/she hangs out waiting for patrons to throw a french fry offering.

Thank goodness.

It would be so very wrong for the bird to be dining on, say, chicken nuggets.  Not that McDonald’s nuggets are made of chicken, mind you.  But you get the idea.

I wouldn’t let my sidekick open the window because A) I saw The Birds (MY EYES, MY EYES), and B) not willing to share my Mocha Frappe even with the sidekick, much less a bird.

And for the record, I understand that there is a remake of The Birds in the works.  That’s one film I believe I’ll take a pass.

And now, if you’d like to join me in my neurosis, I present to you, The Birds.



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