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May the bird of happiness…


… crap on your hat?!

Yeh, that would be seagull slime on my favorite WFUV.org  baseball cap. As my mom would say, “It’s good luck!”

What is that? When a bird craps on you, people tell you it is good luck as if that is some sort of consolation for being crapped on? (sorry Mom)

The day before our wedding Gary was walking up Madison Avenue and a bird crapped on his designer suit. My mother told him it was good luck.

He may beg to differ 24 years later. Just saying.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky in this instance because about 2 minutes earlier that hat was in my beach bag. Could have been a lot worse.

Me: Hey, something just fell on my head, like an acorn or something.

Riki: Um, no a bird just crapped on your head. Hey it’s good luck!


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A bird in hand…

a-bird-in-handOk, I am now officially convinced that I am the magnet for the absurd. I think these things happen to me on days when I am sure there is nothing inside my head worth blogging about.

I was out doing errands. Seriously, just a suburban yenta out going about her mundane business. You know, Staples, drug store, supermarket. The usual stuff. It was a perfect summer evening. 

Apparently  a perfect summer evening TO TAKE YOUR BIRD OUT FOR A RIDE!

I am not making this up. This is no Photoshop ploy (not that I don’t have that skill set, of course). I pulled into the King Kullen Shopping Center parking lot and in the car next to me was this yellow-shirted woman with matching… 


Having been a bird owner in a past life (another post for sure) this baby looks like a sun conure. (mine was a nanday conure named Picasso and it HATED Gary even though he bought it for me… do the math).

So, this woman was just parked. Every once in awhile she would scratch him behind the head (they love that). I parked, took a few pictures, food shopped, came out of the store and she was still there. 

I must drive by in the morning. You can’t make this stuff up!

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