Saturday, April 19, 2008

Scared shitless

So this morning I am just putting the finishing touches on my kitchen preparations for Passover, which starts tonight. No I'm NOT following my Grandmother's EXTREME adherence to Rabbinical law, but I'm doing my little thing in my little kitchen, my little way.

Or so I thought.

I leave the kitchen for an instant, only to hear an explosive cacophony of shrieking, barking, galloping, yelling and general hysterical activity coming from that end of the house.

In the five seconds it takes for me to race back like a complete lunatic, all goes silent again.

Apparently, a bird had entered my PRISTINE kitchen. Blue (my dog) had attempted to catch said bird and eat it alive. My son had panicked, running back and forth in fright. My daughter had immediately raced to her room to hide. The bird escaped and flew out of the back door again.

I had to clean up bird shit from:
the flyscreen
the floor
the windowsill
the drying rack
the stove

and I had to throw out my breakfast.

Happy Passover.


Ali said...

I know it's lucky if a bird poos on your head. Not so sure about your breakfast...

eurolush said...

He did give your heart a change of mood, though. That's one thing.

I found a little bird in my living room last week, when I got home from the store. He was sitting by the window. I have no idea how long he'd been there, and luckily, the dog did not see him.

He flew away when I opened the door.

bluemountainsmary said...

I am absolutely fascinated by Jewish ritual and beliefs. I am not sure why.

Anyway I am enjoying these glimpses into that world.

I am not sure I am enjoying how much the bird shat in your kitchen.

Happy Passover!

alice said...

The first thing that wen through my mind, was oh crap! (literaly) Sorry about the bird, but thanks for the smile :)

blackbird said...

I say, from now on, you should make bird shit part of the Kosher For Passover process...

I saw a wonderful little movie the other night called The Gefilte Fish Chronicles. You might like it.

Anonymous said...

A friend of mine is what she calls a "free form Jew." Every Passover she sells the entire contents of her kitchen to her husband, not a Jew, for $1. He moves it all to a corner of the basement. After Passover, she buys it back for $1 and moves it back.

I thought you would like to know, just in case.