Say There Little Chickadee

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

A few years ago I was out ( on Halloween of course ) taking Cemetery pictures for my blog when I noticed I was being followed.

By a crow.

He didn’t fly around me, he sort of hopped along and when we came to this section of the cemetery he hopped from one headstone to the other.

He seemed irritated ( by the sounds of it ) that I wasn’t joining him in the fun.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

When I was done he hopped up on this headstone and chatted at me.

Right. Like I was going to hop up on the headstone and join him.

But he seemed insistent. In fact he was cawing his little lungs out at me.

I took his picture and was going to take another and when I looked into my camera he was gone.

Just like that.

               I felt a little  sad when I look at those pictures now  because I think I missed my chance to have some fun that afternoon.

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We’ll see.

I have this friend….

I have this- a- friend who has an unusal hobby.

She, this friend that I sort of know collects fake shrunken heads.

I asked this, um, friend if it started with the Vincent Price make it yourself kits.

They were popular when we were kids

You made shrunken heads out of apples:

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My friend said that’s what she used at first. But it if you weren’t carefull the apples would attract flies, and that is the mark of an amateur. You know. Attracting flies.

I said I didn’t understand and my friend sort of winced and said ‘nevermind’.

She did say that she took classes and learned to make them from skin- goat’s  skin she said with a rush. Then said cool as you please she prefered pig because it was more human looking.

And when my friend smiled she said quickly:

I’m all about the details you know.s1So I was admiring my friend’s-  and  like I said I don’t know her super well or anything and I hardly ever see her- prized homemade collection of shrunken heads that are on a shelf next to her living room door.

They were the first thing you noticed when you walked into her house…not that I’ve done that often or anything,

Anyway.

They were so real, I swear you could hear then screaming.

” Why do you keep them there?” I asked this acquaintance of mine,

” Oh. You know, Sometimes people with…unusal hobbies like to brag about what they do but they really can’t because you know, it’s just awkward, So they find other ways of telling people about what they get up to.”

I told this friend that I see maybe a couple a times every few years- sometimes and not on purpose.

I understood.

Completely.

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