Our mealtime conversations can be quite interesting (do you remember the one that ended with us talking about elephantiasis? A lot of interesting search engine terms popped up on my blog after I wrote that one.) The other night over dinner, Carter commented on a woodpecker who was methodically pecking away at the suet we have hanging out for them. It was a simple enough observation of something we see everyday.
husband: Good thing Delilah is in the house. That woodpecker doesn’t have to worry about being attacked.
me: I don’t think the woodpecker knows that Delilah is stretched out sleeping on her cat tower in our living room so perhaps it is nervous anyway.
Husband and I launch into a discussion about birds and the possibility that they are in a constant state of concern for their safety. I think we may have listed a few things that smart birds should be wary of. The boys, missing nothing, pick up on it and join in.
carter: A people could crush a bird!
me: Yes, I guess that is true Carter but that wouldn’t be very nice of that person.
cody: A stampede of goats could hurt a bird!
me: Stifling my laughter, really where does this stuff come from? Yeah, I suppose so.
carter: A giant rock could crush a bird!
me: Looking at Husband with that “what the hell?/he’s not my son” look. Um, Carter, what’s up with all this crushing?
cody: A stampede of zebras could hurt a bird!
carter: Carter finally caught on to the theme Cody was going with and felt he needed to add his two cents. A stampede of *insert a slight pause here* TURTLES could hurt a bird!
I don’t think I could feel very sorry for a bird that could not get out of the way of a herd of stampeding turtles.