The next scream you hear may be your own

I am beginning to suspect that Joy Adamson left out a few things.

Like, when Elsa came back, was it really out of affection?

Because I am feeling very Tippi Hedren today. There I was enjoying the Book Review on the back deck, watching the crows gather on a piece of playground equipment nearby, when Tweety came diving out of the tree and attached himself to my head with an ill-mannered squawk.

I was so startled, I nearly dropped my handbag. 

It wasn't just my hair that had me worried. I was wearing my favorite lime-colored suit, the one I always wear to pick up the children from school. I didn't want it bird splattered.   

I might have felt differently if there had been anything friendly at all about the bird's return. But there was something about the way he ate and flew off, without so much as a thank you...

It was all too familiar.

If he had left half a cup of milk sitting in a wet ring on the coffee table, I would have sworn he was one of my own children. 

Who would soon be home, I realized with a shudder, descending on my peace with a flock of their noisy friends, squawking and pecking and whining for popsicles.

Photo: "The Schoolchildren" (2008), by Alfred Hitchcock

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Comments

[Andrea @ Sweet Life]

My favorite part of this whole post is the lime-colored suit reference.

[nthnglsts]

For possible tips on Birds, the Rebellious Years, and much more, see my post under "Born Free." Speaking of Hitchcock, probably just a coincidence, but didn't little Norman Bates have a problem with his mother as well?

[Sue]

I just noticed: someone should tell Tippi that you should keep your mouth closed when lying under flying birds.

[Foolery]

Does Tweety show any loving, affectionate interest in your eyeballs?