I do not like birds. I don't mind looking at birds, or having one perch on my arm. But dive bombing, like in Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds, is so not my cup of tea.
Maybe it is just the whole flying and landing on me and pecking at me. Not completely sure what exactly is the bottom line. However, going into a room where birds are flying at me is not something I ever EVER wanted to do.
Last summer at the Renaissance Festival, Evie wanted to go into a parakeet house with a stick of bird food. Thankfully she didn't need to be in there with an adult, because I told her I would NOT be coming inside with her. However, this past weekend the Ladybugs and I were at Kalahari. For those who don't know what that is, Kalahari is a water/theme park. One of the attractions was an outdoor Safari. If getting up close and personal wasn't enough, we could pay to feed the animals. One of the animal attractions was hundreds and hundreds of parakeets in a caged area. They called this getting up close and personal with the parakeets. However, unlike the parakeet attraction at the Renaissance Festival the adult HAD to accompany the child under 12. Cue sweat glands and heart palpitations. My mother flat out refused. So it was my opportunity to face this irrational fear of mine.
There were two doors between the main area and the caged parakeets. Evie and I got in the first caged area. Then as I was gingerly opening the second door, some of the parakeets escaped and I barely got in. Evie is still between the two doors at this point, and my mom and Zoe were in the main area. I was now stuck in this main are with hundreds and hundreds of hungry parakeets. Here is a very unflattering picture of what I looked like:
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Congratulations on facing this fear my friend. The fact it was spurred from your generosity makes it all the more special.
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