Trauma in the Nest.....

FAIR WARNING:  This post is disturbing and not for the faint of heart or the squeamish....If you fall into either of these, or any similar such, categories, I will understand and forgive (and, in fact, ENCOURAGE) your declining to read on.....It has nothing whatsoever to do with prim decor, giveaways, gifts, rug hooking, or anything even remotely fun.

Today, this Crow is not only cranky, she's traumatized.....

But let's start at the beginning.....

This is the little tree that graces the front entrance to the Crows' humble abode:

Note little porch area where TheCrankyCrow often sits used to sit to enjoy snippets of her day and the oh-so-rare warm Nod sunshine.....

Well, one day....yesterday, to be precise..., TheCrankyCrow went out to her favorite perch with The Snow Dog in tow....



Snow Dog immediately lunged at a lump of something on the sidewalk...Upon closer inspection, TheCrankyCrow realized the "lump of something" was actually a little fledgling bird.....So, TheCrankyCrow quickly (well as fast as a crow can manhandle a 60 pound Siberian) corralled The Snow Dog back indoors and then returned to her perch to ponder how this little birdie could have landed in the middle of a sidewalk in Nod....It was far too young to fly, and the Crow had no real idea from whence it had come, or what she should do about this "predicament."  After all, she couldn't keep The Snow Dog locked in the house until the bird learned to fly - he was already trying to break out of hold to get back to the fun lump on the sidewalk.

As The Crow pondered, she noticed birds chattering in the little tree that stood about 3 feet away from her and graces the entrance to the Crows' humble abode.....And, that's when she saw "IT....."

Look closer, if you dare....(Disclaimer....this has likely scarred The Crow for life....She will not be responsible for any temporary or permanent damage you may sustain now or in future nightmares....):

No, this was not the little bird that was posing as a dog toy on the sidewalk.  Said bird/lump was still in the middle of the sidewalk as I jumped up screaming like a wild banshee.....(Have I mentioned this crow DOES NOT like snakes??!!! For reference, see my prior post on this issue..... And this snake was hanging from a tree!!!)

The story, unfortunately, cannot and does not have a happy ending.  Suffice it to say that it involved Only (my dear "only" son), a handgun, and a hysterical crow.....And to my knowledge, the little tree that graces the front entrance to the Crows' humble abode is now home to a well-fed snake, but no more little birdies....

I'm off to my therapy appointment....