MY BAD - The Bird in the Grille

When Devin was in pre-k, Brynn and I would have carefree afternoons after I dropped him at school. At the time, pre-k was just that, pre kindergarten, and three days a week for 2.5 hours, unlike today, I call pre-k, pre-c, or pre college, full day, full lunch, and transferable credits for circle time.   We loved waving good-bye, and of course lunching and shopping.
 
Time management was always huge for me, so I usually brought every activity, leisurely or not, down to the wire.

One spring afternoon with crazy haired, smiley Brynn in her booster, we were cruising in our red Dodge Durango down the Parkway from probably Riverside Square in Hackensack to make pick up for the boy. As we were driving, sunroof wide open, Brynn’s hair flailing in the wind, I was observing the various flora and fauna of our Garden State. The Parkway is beautifully lush in the spring, but horribly dead in the winter so I do notice how beautiful it can be, despite the occasional decapitated deer or dead hedgehog on the shoulder. This time, I was driving and I noticed a bird, a crow, I think, flying splendidly, but diving near my car.  I was afraid he would become my front seat passenger after he crashed into my windshield, but in an instant, he seemed to disappear.
 
Brynn and I showed up early enough to get my parking spot right in the front.  If you know me, well, let’s just say I obsess over my parking spots.   I was waiting outside for the pre-k doors to open with the other parents … a mix of moms, dads and grandparents. We were just making stupid little chatter when one of dad’s approached me and said, “Hi…did you know you have a bird sticking out of your grille?”  Excuse me? What?  “You have a bird in your grille.”  Oh shit, that’s where he went…didn’t your mother teach you how to fly?
 
This grossed me out, but of course the parent posse thought this was hysterical, and so did Brynn, who will touch just about anything, blood, horse poop, and dead birds.  She LOVED this!  Devin on the other hand who gets grossed out just peeing on a daily basis was freaked to the max.  He kept saying “It’s dead, it’s dead.  I’m gonna throw up.” 
 
I called my friend’s husband to come over and remove the avian corpse because hell, that was not my department.
 
My IPhone was still a really hip Razor at the time, which meant no pics…. had I only known what would have made a great blog entry 15 years later.  LOL

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