Birds of a feather and all that

Something disturbing is going on over here. And it’s not just “The Handmaid’s Tale” Season 2, episode 1 because OMG my husband and I finally watched it and I am traumatized. But I digress.

A couple of days ago, I looked outside into the backyard and noticed a white patch on the lawn. I couldn’t quite make out what it was. At first I thought it was a patch of dandelions that had gone to seed. I walked back there to check it out more closely. I was in no way prepared for what I was about to see because apparently I stumbled upon a CRIME SCENE:

As you can see, there were a mess of feathers scattered all over the lawn. Some of them were bloody. I suppose something–a dog, a fox, a coyote, a thing of EVIL–killed a bird and did it in the most violent way possible. It was just horrible. There was no sign of the bird anywhere.

I was hoping the mess would take care of itself over the next few days, like the wind would blow the feathers away or something. I was wrong. It’s four days later and the feathers are still there. As is the blood.

The only good thing to come out of it was that my kid had to make a traditional Hopi headdress for school and during construction, we realized we should have bought feathers during our trip to Joanne’s earlier in the day. I mentioned that maybe we could grab some from what was left of the deceased bird in the backyard and my kid was all, “Yeah!!!!!” and I was all, “Ugh, now I have to go find some feathers that aren’t bloody; I’ll be right back.”

I picked out two feathers and my kid glued them onto the headdress, so I guess the bird did not die in vain. Yay. Today’s blog post brought to you by Debbie Downer.