Bird Tempts Fate...

... and DIES!!!

My heart continues to beat from the adrenaline that was pumping due to what was seen not an hour ago. I came home after a superb coffee date with Observations of the Ordinary chick and let the boys out after a long period alone. I grabbed my Canon, intent on catching some more random shots with the longer lens as the sun was getting to the half setting stage, and walked out the backdoor with the pups. I hear a bird squawking with loud annoyance, and set myself down on the deck ready to attempt some action shots with the dogs. And then it happened...

Like dive bombs, two or three birds began to dive down onto the dogs, one squawking annoyingly and loud along the way. And before I could even catch up with the action, Dexter took ONE JUMP and caught one of the birds STRAIGHT IN HIS MOUTH. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

I jump up from my seat, camera in hand, screaming at Dex (for those that have not heard me scream, this means my pitch increases even more than volume), DROP IT! DROP IT! DROP IT! DEXTER DROP IT! I finally make it to him in what seems like many seconds, but were probably only a few. I grab his mane (you know, where their mom's grab them) as tight as I can. One hand on Dex, one hand on the camera. Dexter locks his jaws! All I can see is half of the birds head, and the butt of the bird. The rest is in Dex's mouth. He looks up at me like, "What are you screaming for????? Crazy woman?!"

All I can think of is the bird flu, or all the nastiness that birds contain, and think, I'VE GOT TO GET THIS OUT OF MY DOG'S MOUTH, and I AM NOT TOUCHING IT! I continued to scream at Dexter, DROP IT, DROP IT, DROP IT. And FINALLY, he loosens his jaws and allows the bird to drop to the ground, motionless as it hits the grass. Relieved, I relax for negative two seconds and Dex bends down to scoop his trophey back up... NOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I grab his collar and drag him back to the backdoor, throwing him and the wide eyed, what is going on, Kodi, back into the house. Whoo!

I then do what any girl does when her hubby is out of town... I call him and say WHAT DO I DO?! ha ha. My heart was beating sooo fast and I had to be reassured that my furbaby was going to be okay. Kelly reassured me that he was fine, instructed me to either put on my "big girl panties" and throw the dead bird over the fence to the none existence neighbor's yeard, or to act girlie and go to the guy neighbors and ask for help. I took a deep breath, got of the phone, and went to do my big girl activitie.

Rake in hand, I walked into the back yard. The other birds continued to squawk. A bit nervous that they may dive bomb me, I quickly grabbed the bird with the rake and threw him over the fence. Thankful that it was all over and no more dead birds existed in the backyerd, I let the pups back out to play - camera back in hand. Below is the dead bird pic I took before throwing him over the fence.
Second part of the story.... dogs outside again, Dex and Kodi run over to the spot where the dead bird once existed, smelling all around.

And then the squaking begins again... over and over, louder and louder the bird squawks up in the tree near our shed. Dex runs over to confront him... and then they dive again. Dex jumps, misses by less than a foot! NO NO NO! Bird dives again, Dexter jumps! Miss again!!! Ah!!!

Unwilling to have another dead bird to deal with, I decided it was time to go in. Whoooo.... adrenaline rush, I swear. My hubby is disappointed that I did not stay to catch such action in freeze frame motion, or to video tape it. I on the other hand, without my man to pick up the dead birds repetitively, chose to come back inside. Wow.

Below is the second bird that was attempting to tempt his own fate also...