If we talk often, I probably told you my two irrational fears of what could have happened while Scott was deployed that I didn't know how I would cope with. (1) CJ picks up a bug, squishes it, and brings it to me. (2) CJ poops in the tub... definitely a two person job. I now have a third one to add to the list. (3) Connor eats a bird.
Yesterday afternoon, I put her in the yard while I put CJ down for a nap. When I went to let her back in, she was standing at our french doors looking in proudly with a bird in her mouth! It took everything within me not to scream, but since there was a sleeping baby in the house, I maintained my composure (somewhat). But my eyes must have almost popped out of my head from the sheer pressure of holding it in. I ran and found Scott, and thankfully my manly husband took care of it.
Turns out, we are pretty sure she didn't just pick up a dead bird. Based on the pile of feathers and lack of rigor mortis as it dangled limply from her mouth, we are pretty sure it was innocently foraging for food with its friends.
Here's the crime scene...
And I know you are supposed to be innocent until proven guilty, but come on... she's got a feather still hanging from her mouth!
Not cool, not cool at all!
