I did not
"Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)"
No, my three little birds on my doorstep were infact two little birds, dead in my window box. Blackbirds I think.
My first thought (as they had obviously not fallen from a nest or tree across the road) was that some drunk had found them and thrown them there. Now, dont think thats weird...its happened with trainers before.
What is weirder is that when I brought my dead bird situation up to the guys at the bar I was nearly convinced to ring environmental health as apparentley you should report any suss bird deaths incase its the flu or saars or something. Now , I knew it wasnt bird flu but I just saw visions of me chatting to Gordon Burns off News Northwest and snaps of me appearing in the Sun (instead of that poxy 'sun spot' box I was in before). I thought this was my next 15 minutes of fame.I was going to make the call.
Thankfully I asked Keith Ball (bird man of macc) to take a shifty. Told me I was daft, many young birds dont make their first flight, blah blah blah. So I double bagged their corpses and tossed them in the Biffa.
Shame, when I first saw them I was on the phone to Paul (who's arrival is imminent). I came over all Mary Poppins with my "spoon full of sugar". Well, til I realised they were dead.
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