Remember how I posted about finding the bird nests? I have a story about that. But before I tell you that story, I want to clarify that I LOVE ANIMALS. I love them all. Even bugs. Well, not spiders. But pretty much everything else.
Like, when I was working on the flower garden the other day, Jeff was digging a new hole for the drainage pipe. And I made him stop shoveling so that I could rescue the worms. I didn't want them to get chopped up by the shovel. WORMS people. I was rescuing WORMS.
So remember that, when I tell you this story. When I get to the really terrible thing I accidentally did, REMEMBER THAT I RESCUE WORMS.
Jeff told me that there was a baby bird in the nest and I was like "A BABY! I LOVE BABIES! I NEED TO GET A PICTURE OF THE BABY! BABY! BABY! BABY! YAAAY!"
And so I took my little point and shoot and stood in a place that I thought was far enough away and didn't even touch the tree so that the mama bird wouldn't freak out. Except apparently, the sound of my camera zooming in? It scares baby birds. It scares them so badly, in fact, that it makes them think they should try to fly.
Except the problem was, it really couldn't fly yet. It sort of squawked at me and then jumped out of the nest. And then tried to hop away. I'm pretty sure it was crippled by the fall. And then the mama bird dived at me and flew over to the baby bird and that's when I'm pretty sure the baby bird fell down into our rock hill-divider-thing and we never found it.
Oh. My. Gosh. I RESCUE WORMS PEOPLE. Do you know what that did to me? I spent hours searching for the baby. I can not believe I may have accidentally killed a baby bird. I was pretty much inconsolable for the rest of the night.
This is exactly why I asked for an SLR for my birthday. Because I want to save the animals.
