Mama Birds Mean Business

So I went to my grandma's house, and she has those hanging pots on her deck. Well, a robin had built a nest in one of them, because there weren't any flowers growing in them, and laid her eggs. The eggs had hatched and the baby birds were laying in the nest, opening their beaks in hope for some delicious, gooey wormies.

We first saw the mama sitting on them to keep them warm, and then when we got closer, she flew away.

So today, we went back because my mom wanted to pick some raspberries from grandma's house, and we saw the nest, and the mama robin was sitting by her babies, and they were much bigger than last time. Not fully grown, but bigger and adorable.

When we stepped closer, the mama flew away, like always, and left her babies. I stepped on one of the chairs to get a better look and take a picture.

First off, some advice, never go near almost full grown robins and their mommy.

Next thing I knew the baby robins flew out of the nest and the mama flew over TO the nest, hovering in place and squawking like we had just took her babies from her. She looked like she could have killed us!

I just kind of looked at her in shock, wondering if she was going to get any closer and possibly peck my head off, but after a moment I didn't want to wait around anymore. I got off the chair and ran inside.

I had no idea the baby birds had learned to fly so quickly, especially since this was only about a week after they were tiny ugly babies that barely had any feathers.

So turns out, I didn't get a picture, but I sure did see a mama bird look like she was about to either crap more eggs out or crap on me or poke a hole in my face.

So don't go near baby birds. No matter how cute they are. Just- just don't.

Getting In Trouble Is Lame

When I was little, I could be the troublemaker....some of the reasons I got in trouble are just plain ridiculous!

One of my old P.E. teachers in elementary school made us sit criss-cross applesauce, and we had to sit up straight and not lean on our hands. Which is ridiculous. So I was leaning on my hands one time and at that moment I remembered we weren't supposed to, so I quickly put my hands back in my lap. Coincidentally, at the same time, somebody clapped, and the P.E. teacher was like "WHO CLAPPED?!" and she thought it was me because the person clapped at the same time I put my hands back. I said it wasn't me, and this one girl told her it WAS me, so after class I told her that if she didn't tell on me anymore I would be her friend. She accepted. Hee hee and now we're still friends.

And there's the time I got detention for the first time (DUN DUN DUUUUN).

So in the middle school I went to, the intercom lady was able to speak to only one classroom at a time. She called into my woodshop teacher's room, and he was working with another kid, so I answer for him and it was fun haha. He said I deserved a detention which rained on my parade. Detention wasn't bad, you just had to sit a room with the other detention kids and do nothing or whatever for 10 minutes, and you couldn't go to lunch until then, and then you had to eat with only the other detention kids. I still think that punishment was stupid.

If any of you guys have gotten in trouble, I so want to hear the stories, especially if they're hilarious :D

When I Was Little

Okay, even back when I was little, I was still pretty weird.

I pretended that a bag of marshmallows was my baby, and I carried it around the house and put it in a little baby chair, and I would to behind the rocking chair to poop. We had this one Frisbee and I liked to step on it, and it would make a "pop" noise, so I would laugh.

And as I got older, I could get a little bit cranky, and "stupid" was a really bad word in kindergarten. And my P.E. teacher took my hula hoop away because I pretended that it was a dog.

I always liked school and it was the easiest thing ever, and when my mom did daycare at our old house for my cousins and friends, we always took empty boxes from the grocery store to make forts. And I started to dislike school when I was in 5th grade because we did this boring history thing where we boringly learned about a famous old guy and then glued his face in a book and wrote about him. 

And I was a talker. In 1st grade I had to turn my card because I was telling this kid about my cool pencil when the teacher had said not to talk anymore.

But my childhood was fun :D

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