I hate superstitions that tend to make some people hateful toward animals. When we were moving into a house in 2005, the movers had the front door wide open and a beautiful male cardinal flew in and somehow found his way to an upstairs bedroom. He was a bit frantic, but when I opened a window, he quickly found his way out. I thought he was so beautiful flying around right over our heads that I commemorated the moment by painting a mural in that bedroom that included a cardinal in flight. If we had any bad luck during the 9 years we lived in that house, I certainly wouldn't blame it on that precious bird. How did people ever come up with such stupid ideas?
On Nextdoor . com someone near us recently posted a picture of a screech owl that had flown down her chimney and stayed for a visit a couple of times. It was adorable, sitting on an egg carton, with that glaring owl expression that said, "You EAT eggs?!!!"
Last edited by Rose_P; 06-14-2018 at 07:52 PM.