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As a small child, i had a habit of running around naked until my Grampy would tell me that the blackbirds were on the way to come and peck "it" off!
I tell my own kids the same now!
"dildo is an extinct bird"
my 18 year old friend fell for that.
when I was a kid one day at dinner I made a joke about how funny it was that chicken , (what we were eating) and chicken (the bird) were the same word. I was horified to find out they were one and the same
this ones wierd. my sister actually believed that if you put bird seed in a cup with cotton buds and watered it, it would grow into a egg which will hatch into a bird.it probally didnt help that i kept putting an egg in the cup the next day.
My mon said I used to be afraid to play in the backyard because peacocks would get me, and I would yell at peacocks that weren't there. I don't remember it but she said I saw a boy severely pecked by a peacock at the zoo.
When i was 5 & 6 years old i kept close watch on the bird seeds we planted each summer during Vacation Bible School for the birds that were sure to be produced. I firmly believed that "bird seeds" would produce birds in the same way that watermelon seeds produced watermelon.
When i was small i remember my mum saying "A little birdie told me..." and then some random information that she knew because she was my mum. I remember I had a secret to tell my friend, some insignificant secret. and when i got to the juicy part i stopped. i remember turning as white as a sheet. "whats wrong??" my worried friend asked. i pointed at a small bird on my window sill, near the open window, "its going to tell my mummy!"
my little brother decided he wanted a budgie for christmas, my mum and dad weren't so keen on this and decided to get him a goldfish instead. After seeing the fish my brother was estatic, we asked him what he was going to call the fish, he told us he world call it budgie. It turned out he didn't really know what a budgie was he just liked the sound of the name so mum and dad got away with and my brother continued to believe all fish were in fact budgies.
My mom would say something and I'd say "what?" and she would tell me to get the bird $hit out of my ears - I really thought birds were somehow pooping in my ears.
I used to believe that eggs bought at the grocery store would hatch if I took good care of them. I'd fill a cookie tin with cotton balls, nestle eggs inside, and set it on the heat register in my room.
A long time ago, maybe when I was five or six, I used to think the eggs we bought to eat were fertilized (meaning I thought they could hatch chickens), so I used to steal an egg or two when my mom was cooking with them and sit on them (but in a way I didn't crush them) on the couch, claiming I could hatch a chicken.
Mom told me otherwise.
When I was 5, on of my grandmother's friends brought a bunch of crates to our house. They were filled with something in it and when I went near it, I thought I heard a chicken clucking. And until I turned 8, I thought that every big box came with a free rooster.
My family moved to England when I was five. I had previously lived in South Africa, and had never seen or heard a pigeon before. Often in the early morning I heard a distinct, repeated "coo coo" sound coming from outside my bedroom window. Overwhelmed with curiosity at the strange noise, I would race over to the window and fling the curtains open to see what it was. But all I could see was the moon in the sky (the pigeon was sitting above my window well out of my sight) Not able to see the bird, I immediately connected the moon with the noise, and for years after thought the moon made cooing noises in the morning.
I once asked my mother how it was that chickens could continue to run around after their heads had been cut off. Instead of simply saying she didn't know, she fooled me into thinking that it was because they had brains in their toes. It wasn't until years later when I told my friends (who rolled around for ages in fits of laughter) that I realised how ridiculous this was.
I never looked too closely at birds. I used to assume that when they landed, their wings disappeared, even though they really just fold up onto the body. I assumed that they grew back when the bird took off.
When I was about five years old, I finally discovered what eggs were: the things baby chickens came out of. From that point on, I was obsessed with finding a baby chicken. Every morning, I'd sneak into the kitchen and pull an egg out of the fridge. Then I'd carry it outside and throw it as hard as I could into the street, and I'd run out to see if a baby chicken was part of the wreckage. I never found one that way, so I figured I was doing something wrong. Around that time, my parents had explained to me about seeds growing into trees, so I got the brilliant idea to bury an egg and allow for the baby chicken to grow out of it like a seedling. Before I buried it in my front yard, I took off one of my socks and wrapped it around the egg, lest the chick get cold. We moved from that house about a week later, so for a few years afterward, I always wondered if the baby chicken had grown out of the ground, and if the neighbors were taking care of it for me.
when i was younger i asked my cousin why the birds stood on the pilons and the power cables. he told me that they were charging their batteries so they could fly again.
it makes sense!
I used to be scared of lying on the ground in the sun in open spaces because I thought vultures would see me and try to eat me alive!
Our local park had a man-made lake about 2 feet deep. It had ducks in it. To get around on the lake, I thought the ducks' legs got really long and their feet walked on the bottom of the lake. I though they just folded their legs up under their feathers on land.
I used to believe when the birds sang, they were telling each other about things I did. I would try very hard not to do anything weird to keep the birds from talking about me.
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